Some people continue to pretend that anchor people are reporters.
I do not need the musing of the philosophers to tell me what I am doing. It would be more interesting to let me know why I am doing it.
A work of art doesn't have to be explained.
My art is a form of restoration in terms of my feelings to myself and to others.
If you flatter me, or if you look at me the right way, I will kill myself to please you. It's very painful to be an overachiever.
My mother was a restorer, she repaired broken things. I don't do that. I destroy things. I cannot go the straight line. I must destroy, rebuild, destroy again. My rhythm is not the same. My mother moved in a straight line: I go from one extreme to the other.
You must put the essence of what you want to say into a painting. The rest is arbitrary. Chosen with discernment, but chosen, and choice involves elimination.
A complete theory of evolution must acknowledge a balance between "external" forces of environment imposing selection for local adaptation and "internal" forces representing constraints of inheritance and development. Vavilov placed too much emphasis on internal constraints and downgraded the power of selection. But Western Darwinians have erred equally in practically ignoring (while acknowledging in theory) the limits placed on selection by structure and development what Vavilov and the older biologists would have called "laws of form.
You look like you deep fry your hands before you bite your fingernails.
Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.
The crises of our time, it becomes increasingly clear, are the necessary impetus for the revolution now under way. And once we understand nature's transformative powers, we see that it is our powerful ally, not a force to feared our subdued.