I Sat Staring, Staring, Staring

You Always Feel When You Look It Straight In The Eye That You Could Have Put More Into It, Could Have Let Yourself Go And Dug Harder.

Art Is An Aspect Of God And There Is Only One God, But Different People See Him In Different Ways. Though He Is Always The Same He Doesn't Always Look The Same.

What A Splendid Time Woo Must Have Had.

So Still Were The Big Woods Where I Sat, Sound Might Not Yet Have Been Born.

Last Night I Dreamed That I Came Face To Face With A Picture I Had Done And Forgotten, A Forest Done In Simple Movement, Just Forms Of Trees Moving In Space. That Is The Third Time I Have Seen Pictures In My Dreams, A Glint Of What I Am Striving To Attain.