What A Splendid Time Woo Must Have

Bless... The Two Painting Masters Who First Pointed Out To Me That There Was Coming And Going Among Trees, That There Was Sunlight In Shadows.

If The Air Is Jam-full Of Sounds Which We Tune In With, Why Should It Not Also Be Full Of Feels And Smells And Things Seen Through The Spirit, Drawing Particles From Us To Them And Them To Us Like Magnets?

I Made Myself Into An Envelope Into Which I Could Thrust My Work Deep, Lick The Flap, Seal It From Everybody.

Perfectly Ordered Disorder Designed With A Helter-skelter Magnificence.

The Artist Himself May Not Think He Is Religious, But If He Is Sincere His Sincerity In Itself Is Religion.