The only difference between me (a painter) and my father (a mechanic) is the oil on our hands. (2013)
Category Archives: Self
When the wisdom of the present is blinded by its own arrogant magnificence, only the reckless belligerence of youth is capable of saving us of from ourselves. Had this not been an integral part of human evolution, life as we know it would never have been possible, would never change. . . would never get better.
Cities need three things to survive as communities in which living is vibrant: “local” schools with no need for busing, varied faith centers serving the spiritual needs of residents and “piazzas” – community gathering places centered in such a way that neighbours of every stripe and hue can congregate and share.
God is happy when we are happy, sad when we are sad and most angry when we waste the precious life given to us sucking our thumbs for hours on end.
Ignorance does not create anxiety. The belief, that one is a fool because we are ignorant, does.
Only through imitation do we develop toward originality. – John Steinbeck – American author (1902-1968)
For silence to be warm it must have the rhythmic cadence of a heartbeat, the soothing texture of a wave-washed beach, the sensual treble of a windblown kiss. For, silence’s richness lies in its soft embrace and most especially. . . in its patient acceptance of being repeatedly broken by those who need noise to feel alive.
Though underestimated by some, Prince Charles will undoubtedly be a good King. As a painter he has learned that the process, the concept of ever-learning, holds more riches than the becoming or the being.
A loving and generous gift, ill received, is no less loving and generous.
What is important is not what has been done to you but what you do with what has been done to you.
