It's the pleasure of picking up the brush and seeing what happens.
“One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”
“Don't expect me to be sane anymore. Don't let's be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes—you can't dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled and poisonous... I can't see how I can go on living away from you—these intermissions are death. How did it seem to you when Hugo came back? Was I still there? I can't picture you moving about with him as you did with me. Legs closed. Frailty.
“It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.”
Douglas Carter Beane