Landscape is a piece that is emotional and psychological.

Words can be applied as one might put on a scent, such as perfume. Some scents are so wonderful and others are sickening... titles can be the same.

Color is an intense experience on its own.

When I make art, I think about its ability to connect with others, to bring them into the process.

Color is for me the purest form of expression, the purest abstract reality.

Our assignment comes with the alignment. Too many people look for the assignment without first finding their alignment.

When I started working with mirrors, it seemed to be the perfect material to stand in for that waiting.

I wasn't interested in holding onto the evidence of things.

Often, I work out of my work. One work takes me to the next thing.

I move very slowly. It's usually material first. I sit with the material for a long time.

It's as if I were collaborating with myself, revealing my relationship to the material. My hand would make the drawing. Then my mouth would transmit it.

Max looked around. "Where's your mutt?""Right here, asleep. He won't bite you again. I've talked to him about it, and he's really sorry

One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.

Contemplate the extent and stability of the heavens, and then at last cease to admire worthless things.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.

A fat house-keeper makes leane Executors. [A fat housekeeper makes lean executors.]

No man is the whole of himself; his friends are the rest of him.

I feel like unforgiveness, bitterness and resentment, it blocks the flows of God's blessings in life.

Every record turns into whatever the listener gets out of it.

People tend to take stories literally these days.

Every photo, every 'ONCE' in time is also the beginning of a story starting 'once upon a time...' Every photo is the first frame of a movie.