I love being by the ocean. It stills the voices in my head.
Imaginatively in a pictorial sense I was airborne.
There are places, just as there are people and objects. . . whose relationship of parts creates a mystery.
I am a messenger who will bring back word from the men who are fighting (WWI) to those who want the war to go on forever. Feeble, inarticulate will be my message, but it will have a bitter truth and may it burn their lousy souls.
I believed that by a process of what I can only describe as inward dilation of the eyes I could increase my actual vision.
The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.
First fight. Then fiddle.
We're not talking about an elite art form from the price point of view. We have a building in L. A. that is incredibly open, exciting, inviting, and all that, and there's no reason for this music not to be part of everybody's everyday life.
You never know how you're going to affect people.