“When I paint, the Sea RoarsOthers Splash about in the bath”
“You know what happens when windmills collapse into the sea? A splash.”
“Life is such a journey on a sea of constant waves and splashing desires.”
“As I’m debating running for the exit, Nash leans down to whisper at my ear.“Is something wrong?”“I feel like the only splash of color in an abstract painting.”“You are the splash of color. But there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent,devouring green azures”
“When I’m old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. And paint. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in.”