I don't see the world unless I see it in ink.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't see the world completely in black and white. Sometimes I do.
Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
Not to make too much of a claim for poetry, but this is a question that goes to the moral heart of the business of any art: 'How do you see the world, and what right do you have to see the world in the way that you do?'
I do not understand how on earth you can become a writer without seeing the world.
That difficult place to put your finger on about the world - it needs to be illustrated.
When I view the world, I don't think of my own work. I think of my hope that, through art, people can get a sense of the type of invisible fabric that holds us all together, that holds the world together.
There's another world out there just beyond the world we're in. It's just on the other side of that translucent, semitransparent surface.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
Through a painting we can see the whole world.
Don't think it, ink it.