Works of art often last forever or nearly so. But exhibitions themselves especially gallery exhibitions are like flowers they bloom and then they die then exist only as memories or pressed in magazines and books.
God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
When a father gives to his son both laugh when a son gives to his father...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
