Never Again Shall A Single

Paris, I Believe, Is A Man In His Twenties In Love With An Older Woman.

The Impulse To Paint Comes Neither From Observation Nor From The Soul (which Is Probably Blind) But From An Encounter: The Encounter Between Painter And Model: Even If The Model Is A Mountain Or A Shelf Of Empty Medicine Bottles.

To Be Naked Is To Be Oneself.

Hope Is A Contraband Passed From Hand To Hand And Story To Story.

The Past Is The One Thing We Are Not Prisoners Of. We Can Do With The Past Exactly What We Wish. What We Can't Do Is To Change Its Consequences.