Sketching, Writing, Swimming
"All colors made me happy: even gray.
My eyes were such that literally they
Took Photographs. Whenever I’d permit,
Or, with a silent shiver, order it,
Whatever in my field of vision dwelt-
An indoor scene, hickory leaves, the svelte
Stilettos of a frozen stillicide-
Was printed on my eyelids’ neither side
Where it would tarry for an hour or two,
And while this lasted all I had to do
Was close my eyes to reproduce the leaves,
Or indoor scene, or trophies of the eaves."
"The story of international contemporary art is now the story of global dislocation. Everybody’s following the money, and the party, and a few are ever rewarded. Exclusion keeps the dislocation moving."