
David Hockney, Pearblossom Hwy., 11 - 18th April 1986, #2, 1986
How Is Your Heart? by Bukowski during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain contentment- I wouldn't call it happiness- it was more of an inner balance that settled for whatever was occuring and it helped in the factories and when relationships went wrong with the girls. it helped through the wars and the hangovers the backalley fights the hospitals. to awaken in a cheap room in a strange city and pull up the shade- this was the craziest kind of contentment and to walk across the floor to an old dresser with a cracked mirror- see myself, ugly, grinning at it all. what matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Royal Academy of Arts: Ai Weiwei

Ai Weiwei, Study of Perspective - Tiananmen, Bejing, China, 1993-2005
"Jacqueline Roque (24 February 1927 – 15 October 1986) is best known as the muse and second wife of Pablo Picasso. Their marriage lasted 11 years until his death, during which time he created over 400 portraits of her, more than any of Picasso's other loves." ~ Wikipedia

Pablo Picasso, Femme assise (Jacqueline), 1962
"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly." ~ Franz Kafka

Franz Kafka, The Thinker, 1913
Nevermind by Leonard Cohen The war was lost The treaty signed I was not caught I crossed the line I had to leave My life behind I had a name But never mind Your victory Was so complete That some among you Thought to keep A record of Our little lives The clothes we wore Our pots our knives The games of luck Our soldiers played The stones we cut The songs we made Our law of peace Which understands A husband leads A wife commands And all of this Expressions of The High Indifference Some call Love The High Indifference Some call Fate But we had Names More intimate Names so deep and Names so true They're lost to me And dead to you There is no need That this survive There's truth that lives And truth that dies There's truth that lives And truth that dies I don't know which So never mind I could not kill The way you kill I could not hate I tried I failed No man can see The vast design Or who will be Last of his kind The story's told With facts and lies You own the world So never mind

John Minihan, Francis Bacon & William Burroughs, 1989