Everything we do is futile, but we must do it anyway.
A drawing a day keeps the cobwebs away.
Our bodies, apart from their brilliant role as drawing exercises, are the temples of our being. Like the bodies of all fauna, they deserve both our study and our appreciation.
The job of art is to turn time into things.
There is a wonderful feeling when you walk into your own exhibition. You see the work as a true extension of yourself. Win or lose, your interests have led you to an accumulation of your personal expression, signed lower right, mounted to best advantage.
Pushing yourself to extremes blows out the cobwebs of trusted habit. It shakes up what you know to be reliably safe and substitutes the miracle of insecurity.
The brilliance of art as a collectible is that it has a way of reaching out on an emotional level. It touches on mystery, even spirituality.
I hate Calvin and Hobbes. I think its a big re-hash of formula kid strips.
Life asks of every individual a contribution, and it is up to that individual to discover what it should be
Most of the people will have died and the rest of us will be cannibals.
Love grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only its bits of lint.