I owe much to mother. She had an expert's understanding, but also approached art emotionally.
David RockefellerArt is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.
Jean ArpWhen nothing becomes the vocal Then nothing becomes the focal And nothing’s becoming at all
Letters to my MotherChanges is the mother of time. Absence of changes makes no time.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautIt is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?
The Valley of Fear