In the anxiety to get beautiful colour harmony do not exhaust all combinations on one canvas.
No, let the monarch's bags and others holdThe flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.
Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.
Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.
O delicious kiss, Why thou so sudden art gone? Lost in the moment thou art won?
To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of goodness, was an undertaker.
The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find, Lies through their mouths or I mistake mankind.
Why can't a photograph be all four things at once? -be an art object; be a document, what ever that means exactly, but deal with content; be a formalist exploration; and operate on some, metaphor is not the right word but, resonant level.
Music and fashion really do go hand in hand. This is even going back to the reggae days.
Good works are indispensable to salvation - not as its ground or means, however, but as its consequence and evidence.
The only real difference between hookers, stippers, sluts and regualar women how many times you can hit them before they cry. Hookers can really take a punch, I'll tell you that much.