Ultimately what we're touching is the invisible, all-pervasive intelligence that surrounds us and penetrates us. It is grooming us to be able to tolerate its splendor. It can't just reveal itself openly because we would be forfeited; we'd never know what hit us.
Look, Matisse I ain't. You know how they have on the invitations, a reception for the artist will be held at. . . And I say, Look, you gotta change this. I'm not an artist. I'm a photographer, a skilled craftsman.