my professor once told me, "i guess you like to illustrate really pretty things...don't you?"...
Sometimes I dream of a work of really great breadth, ranging through the whole region of element,
object, meaning, and style. This, I fear will remain a dream, but it is a good thing even now to bear
the possibility ocassionally in mind. Nothing can be rushed. It must grow of itself, and if the time ever
comes for that work-- then so much better.
.....And so the spring buds burst. and so I gaze, and so the blossoms fall, and so my days.......
......Monsoonal rains; and then on night there shines, as though by stealth, the moon between the pines.......
.....The sea: a silver flash without a sound; But a dry surf of leaves along the ground.....
