Children raced outside. She surveyed their trail — traces of sticky fingerprints across everything, like wee poems. – Dr.SunWolf, 2011 tweet, professorsunwolf.com
Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself. – Henry Miller
