The Worst Thing You Can Think About

Beauty Is The Mystery Of Life. It Is Not In The Eye, It Is In The Mind.

That Which Takes Us By Surprise-moments Of Happiness-that Is Inspiration.

When I Think Of Art I Think Of Beauty. Beauty Is The Mystery Of Life. It Is Not In The Eye It Is In The Mind. In Our Minds There Is Awareness Of Perfection.

It Would Be An Endless Battle If It Were All Up To Ego Because It Does Not Destroy And Is Not Destroyed By Itself It Is Like A Wave It Makes Itself Up, It Rushes Forward Getting Nowhere Really It Crashes, Withdraws And Makes Itself Up Again Pulls Itself Together With Pride Towers With Pride Rushes Forward Into Imaginary Conquest Crashes In Frustration Withdraws With Remorse And Repentance Pulls Itself Together With New Resolution

I Paint With My Back To The World