Every brushstroke, every metaphor, every word is a testimony and the gravest of confessions. The artist is the work and the work is the artist and that is the only way.
If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor.
‘Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker,’ said Giovanni, as though he had not heard me, ‘and so you can stand less and less.’
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness.