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It's hard to put into words. I feel as if I lost track of something along the way, and have been searching for it ever since. Don't you think that's how everyone falls in love?

Time steals some things, but it gives us back others. Making time our ally is an important part of our work.

That flame had warmth, but at the same time, it was cool and collected. Like a rare jewel whose glow came from deep within. That light expressed naked yearning when projected outside. Focused inward, it strove for completion. These two sides were equally strong, and at perpetual war with each other.

I think there are a lot of people," she said, "who don't improve, no matter how much they practice."

She sure hit the nail on the head. I had attended art school, but loads of my classmates couldn't paint their way out of a paper bag. However, we thrash about; we are all thrown in one direction or another by our natural talent, or lack of it. That's a basic truth we all have to learn to live with.

Reality does not necessarily extinguish fantasy.

Thelonious Monk did not get those unusual chords as a result of logic or theory. He opened his eyes wide, and scooped those chords out from the darkness of his consciousness. What is important is not creating something out of nothing. What my friends need to do is discover the right thing from what is already there.

Nothing is painted there yet, but it’s more than a simple blank space. Hidden on that white canvas is what must eventually emerge. As I look more closely, I discover various possibilities, which congeal into a perfect clue as to how to proceed. That’s the moment I really enjoy. The moment when existence and nonexistence coalesce.