But Once You Allow Yourself

But Once You Allow Yourself To Recognize Necessity, You Find Two Things: One You Find Your Options So Restricted That The Only Course Of Action Is Obvious, And, Two, That A Great Sense Of Freedom Comes With The Decision.

In Our Memories, There Is A Graveyard Where We Bury Our Dead. They All Lie There Together, The Loved Ones And The Ones We Hated, Friends And Foes And Kin, With No Distinction Among Them. We Have To Mourn Every One Of Them, Because Our Memories Have Made Them As Much A Part Of Us As Our Bones Or Our Skin. If We Don't, We've No Right To Remember Anything At All.

The Tools Are Real. The Viewer Is Real, You, The Artist, Is Real And A Part Of Everything You Paint. You Connect Yourself To The Viewer By Sharing Something That Is Inside Of You That Connects With Something Inside Of Him. All You Have As Your Guide Is That You Know What Moves You. All You Have To Do It With Is A Brush, Some Chemical And Canvas, And Technique.

I Have Something To Tell You." "how, You Have Something To Tell Me?" "you Have Understood Me Exactly." "well, I Am Listening." "listening? Then, You Wish Me To Tell You?" "yes, That Is It. I Am Listening, And Therefore I Wish You To Tell Me." "shall I Tell You Now?" "no.

When I Say That Life Is Like An Onion, I Mean This: If You Don't Do Anything With It, It Goes Rotten. So Far, That's No Different From Other Vegetables. But When An Onion Goes Bad, It Can Either Do It From The Inside, Or The Outside. So Sometimes You See One That Looks Good, But The Core Is Rotten. Other Times, You Can See A Bad Spot On It, But If You Cut That Out, The Rest Is Fine. Tastes Sharp, But That's What You Paid For, Isn't It?