Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and streams.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
As the poet said, `Only God can make a tree,` probably because it`s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
I am two with nature.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
