Crows, crickets and conoizers…

The art world is a curious place. A discussion with Mark Rodriguez, a friend and artist who showed with me in Italy, just stirred up this long-held contention of mine: Aside from artists themselves, the art world is made up largely of three types, with a bit of overlapping. CROWS.  They are attracted to shiny, [...]

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My Song of Songs

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the [...]

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from Self-Reliance

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. The soul always hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instil is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe [...]

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