Beauty, Which I Admit To Being In

Little Wonder That We. . .find The Old Pictures Of Openness - Pictures Usually Without Any Blur, And Made By What Seems A Ritual Of Patience - Wonderful. They Restore To Us Knowledge Of A Place We Seek But Lose In The Rush Of Our Search. Though To Enjoy Even The Pictures, Much Less The Space Itself, Requires That We Be Still Longer Than Is Our Custom.

Art Depends On There Being Affection In Its Creator's Life And An Artist Must Find Ways, Like Everyone Else, To Nourish It. A Photographer Down On His Or Her Knees Picturing A Dog Has Found Pleasure Enough To Make Many Things Possible.

...combining The Concrete And The Universal Is At The Center Of What Makes Art Important.

There Is Only One I Actually. That I Is Consciousness. When You Follow The Personal I To The Source, It Turns Into The Universal I, Which Is Consciousness. Begin To Catch Yourself. Begin To Realize Your Divine Nature. You Do This By Keeping Quiet. The Fastest Way To Realization Is To Keep Quiet.

Beauty, Which I Admit To Being In Pursuit Of, Is An Extremely Suspect Word Among Many In The Art World. But I Don't Think You Can Get Along Without It. It's The Confirmation Of Meaning In Life.