The Mocker Of Art Is The Mocker

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

Everything Is Beautiful In Its Own Way. Exuberance Is Beauty.

What Has Reason To Do With The Art Of Painting?

The Bird A Nest, The Spider A Web, Man Friendship.

Like A Fiend In A Cloud, With Howling Woe, After Night I Do Crowd, And With Night Will Go; I Turn My Back To The East, From Whence Comforts Have Increased; For Light Doth Seize My Brain With Frantic Pain.