Art Is Either Plagiarism Or Revolution.

Oh Mysterious World... I Have Become Better For Having Understood And Having Loved Thy Human Soul - A Flower Which Has Ceased To Bloom And Whose Fragrance No One Henceforth Will Breathe.

Soon I'll Be Old And I've Done Precious Little In This World For Lack Of Time. I Am Always Afraid I'll Become Senile Before I've Finished What I've Undertaken.

Proficiency In Art Is A Contract With Your Self And The Empowerment Of Your Self. Not All Of Us Demand Or Even Desire Proficiency, But For Those Who Do It's Necessary To Temper The Influence Of Groups. And While Some Artists Think History Is Bunk, The Historical Evidence Is Overwhelming: "in My Isolation I Grow Stronger."

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

With Practice The Craft Will Come Almost Of Itself, In Spite Of You And All The More Easitly If You Think Of Something Besides Technique.