We See The Brightness Of

No Great Art Has Ever Been Made Without The Artist Having Known Danger.

As The Arrow Endures The String, And In The Gathering Momentum Becomes More Than Itself. Because To Stay Is To Be Nowhere.

Be Ahead Of All Farewells As If They Were Behind You, Like The Winter That Is Just Departing.

Painting Is Something That Takes Place Among The Colors.

Those Doves Below, The Ones Utterly Cared For, Never Endangered Ones, Cannot Know Tenderness.