“Holy bones of Beardsley, DH. This is a Genesis moment! … And you and I are right here for the whole thing.”
“You’re a piece of work …” “Everybody’s a piece of work. … the whole world is … a great big canvas with a trillion colors on it. But don’t you love it?”
It’s her, I know it! … My Muse! … And she’s smiling at me! …
… I followed the hot coals that were her eyes as she floated down beside me. I closed my own eyes … when I opened them, I was still imprisoned by her Divine Presence. “Thank you for coming to my dream, D”
“Paint, DH. Paint her. … The paint keeps the dream alive, but it also kills the pain.”
“… Just show me the paintings! Don’t ever explain your talent, DH. Let the paintings speak for themselves.” I know he’s right. He always is.