We Live In A Rainbow Of Chaos.

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

Pure Drawing Is An Abstraction.

Pleasure Must Be Found In Study.

It's So Fine And Yet So Terrible To Stand In Front Of A Blank Canvas.

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read.