This is my brush. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My brush is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My brush, without me, is useless. Without my brush, I am useless. I must wield my brush true.
My brush is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its belly and its barrel. I will keep my brush clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
My brush and I, today, are killing this painting.
