The Zoo Cannot But Disappoint.

Never Again Shall A Single Story Be Told As Though It Were The Only One.

Nothing In The Nature Around Us Is Evil. This Needs To Be Repeated Since One Of The Human Ways Of Talking Oneself Into Inhuman Acts Is To Cite The Supposed Cruelty Of Nature.

When He Painted A Road, The Roadmakers Were There In His Imagination, When He Painted The Turned Earth Of A Ploughed Field, The Gesture Of The Blade Turning The Earth Was Included In His Own Act. Whenever He Looked He Saw The Labour Of Existence; And This Labour, Recognised As Such, Was What Constituted Reality For Him. (on Vincent Van Gogh)

Protest And Anger Practically Always Derives From Hope, And The Shouting Out Against Injustice Is Always In The Hope Of Those Injustices Being Somewhat Corrected And A Little More Justice Established.

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.