Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.

To Feel The Anguish Of Waiting For The Next Moment And Of Taking Part In The Complex Current (of Affairs) Not Knowing That We Are Headed Toward Ourselves, Through Millions Of Stone Beings - Of Bird Beings - Of Star Beings - Of Microbe Beings - Of Fountain Beings Toward Ourselves.

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

It's Not Possible To Present An Accurate Picture Of Our Culture Without All The Voices Of The People In The Culture. So At The Emerging Level, You Can't Have A Good Survey Art Show Without Women And Artists Of Color.

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To.