There are no mistakes, just happy accidents.

If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced

At the rising sun and at its going down; We remember them. At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter; We remember them. At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring; We remember them. At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer; We remember them. At the rustling