Nothing is so beautiful as spring – when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush Thrushs eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. – Gerard Manley Hopkins

I think most artists create out of despair. The very nature of creation is not a performing glory on the outside, its a painful, difficult search within. – Louise Berliawsky Nevelson