I laughed at the savant, and the savant laughed at me
I don't know where my antisemitism lies
I know it when I feel it.
I love one person.
One person.
One person.
I never lost the ability to love only one person.
I love one person.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Why should I want to paint like anyone else? What am I trying to do? I want to make art, but I want to enjoy doing it. To add certain craft adds certain stress. It may even damage the form. The form being the method. I do what I like, I experiment. And it's all meaningful. Every drop. Because the tools stay open, not closed. I don't want limits.
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