A Tree Growing Out Of The Ground

In Every Human Being There Is The Artist, And Whatever His Activity, He Has An Equal Chance With Any To Express The Result Of His Growth And His Contact With Life. I Don't Believe Any Real Artist Cares Whether What He Does Is 'art' Or Not. Who, After All, Knows What Art Is?

The Object, Which Is Back Of Every True Work Of Art, Is The Attainment Of A State Of Being, A State Of High Functioning, A More Than Ordinary Moment Of Existence. In Such Moments Activity Is Inevitable, And Whether This Activity Is With Brush, Pen, Chisel, Or Tongue, Its Result Is But A By-product Of The State, A Trace, The Footprint Of The State.

Many Things That Come Into The World Are Not Looked Into. The Individual Says 'my Crowd Doesn't Run That Way.' I Say, Don't Run With Crowds.

Cherish Your Own Emotions And Never Undervalue Them.

There Is Nothing More Entertaining Than To Have A Frank Talk With Yourself. Few Do It-frankly. Educating Yourself Is Getting Acquainted With Yourself.