The Task Of The Right

We Went Down Into The Silent Garden. Dawn Is The Time When Nothing Breathes, The Hour Of Silence. Everything Is Transfixed, Only The Light Moves.

Sentimentality Is A Form Of Fatigue.

I Didn't Have Time To Be Anyone's Muse... I Was Too Busy Rebelling Against My Family And Learning To Be An Artist.

Painting Is My Vehicle Of Transit. I Don't Always Know Where I Am Going Or What It Means.

Military People Never Seem To Apologize For Killing Each Other Yet Novelists Feel Ashamed For Writing Some Nice Inert Paper Book That Is Not Certain To Be Read By Anybody.