There Is A Battle That Goes On

Any Number Of Holier-than-thou Honorable Realists Walk Around In The Belief That They Have Accomplished Something, Simply Because They Tell You For The Hundredth Time That A Field Is Green And A Red-painted House Is Painted Red.

And I Would Often Wake Up At Night And Stare Widely Into The Room: Am I In Hell?

I Build A Kind Of Wall Between Myself And T He Model So That I Can Paint In Peace Behind It. Otherwise, She Might Say Something That Confuses And Distracts Me.

A Work Of Art Comes Only From Inside A Human Being.

Some Colors Reconcile Themselves To One Another, Others Just Clash.