Walk on a rainbow trail;
walk on a trail of song, and
all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.
Every man becomes, to a certain degree, what
the people he generally converses with are.
It may be that the deep necessity of art is
the examination of self-deception.
In the brush doing what it's doing, it will stumble
on what one couldn't do by oneself
It's not that the creative act and the critical act are simultaneous.
It's more like you blurt something out and then analyze it.
Each brushstroke is a decision.
