A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Flight to Arras, 1942
Its a great excuse and luxury, having a job and blaming it for your inability to do your own art. When you dont have to work, you are left with the horror of facing your own lack of imagination and your own emptiness. A devastating possibility when finally time is your own. – Julian Schnabel

