I Don't Play Monsters. I Play Men

There Comes A Time In Life When You Know What You Like And Have To Make Up Your Mind To Like What You Know, Or At Least Have Begun To Know. In Other Words, You Must Determine In What Direction Your Knowledge Is Leading, Thus Far.

I'm Extremely Profane, Unconsciously So, When I See Something Great For The First Time; I Don't Know Why, But Beauty And Profanity Are Related To Me In The Same Way. It May Be That I Want To Think Of Art In The Vernacular, But I Have No Control Over What Comes Out Of My Mouth When My Eyes Take In Great Beauty...it Might Just Be The Reason I Avoid Going To Museums With Elderly Ladies.

I Don't Play Monsters. I Play Men Besieged By Fate And Out For Revenge.

Art Is Excitement Which If We Can't Create Ourselves, We Can At Least, Through Love Of It, Make Available To Others.

Well, What Do You Owe Yourself? Do You Dare Take Time Out To Listen To The Grass Grow, Or Can You Even Afford The Expense Of Getting Far Enough Away From Life's Daily Cacophony To Hear It Grow If You Took The Time?