Peter used to say that an artist’s job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.
Only you could be more important than what I wanted. . . what I needed. What I want and what I need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave again.