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160 pages, Paperback
First published November 5, 2020
Am I to account myself as a fortunate or entirely devoid of luck
"Have you ever had those moments when your art has more grace, more life in it that you have intended."
"We all know, we all have experienced the disobedience of objects."
"Today I shall paint a sky, lest I forget it. I shall hang my little blue piece on the wall and call it a window."
"It is the occupation of the listlessness, art comes from doldrums. sailers with sharp point carve time on bones."
"I dig my way to freedom."
"Old age is a single room."
"I would not run out of words. Olivia, I fear very much to go silent."
"Painters in the city asked why he painted such silliness such subjects he answered, at last, I cannot paint a landscape without putting a troll in it. what you call reality, what you see as truth, doesn't interest me. only the certain monster of death."
"Facts, if you want better things than facts to ponder then make them up yourself. I will tell a story, for I have no books to give me theirs, I will improvise a tale, to go where it goes, to keep my mind from idling, to get me out of my self."
"Was it real or were we dreamers."