I grew up playing in an alley on the south side of Milwaukee.
The grandest seduction of all is the myth that DOING EVERYTHING BETTER gets us where we want to be. It gets us somewhere, certainly, but not anywhere worth being
I believe still today what I have always believed: that God is good, that the world He made is extraordinary, and that His comfort is like nothing else on earth.
In many cases, change is not a function of life's cruelty but instead a function of God's graciousness.
When things fall apart, the broken pieces allow all sorts of things to enter, and one of them is the presence of God.
Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.
Sometimes the happiest ending isn't the one you keep longing for, but something you absolutely cannot see from where you are
Having failed to conquer myself, my best hope now is to arrange an alliance with myself.
A lot of people in the crowd want to be told what to do; if you just put your hands up, they do it.
The growth of one blesses all. I am commited to grow in love. All that I touch, I leave in love. I move through this world consciously and creatively.
I would like my work to be recognized as being in the classical tradition (Coptic, Egyptian, Greek, Chinese), as representing the Ideal in the mind. Classical art cannot possibly be eclectic. One must see the ideal in one's own mind. It is like a memory - an awareness -of perfection.