- When the end comes, I hope it’s as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with colors that we’ve never seen before.
- Art comes out of failure. You have to try things out. You can’t sit around, terrified of being incorrect.
- Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.
apr 13 2013 ∞
dec 23 2020 +