Lorsque l'art d'ecrire obsede mon esprit et ronge insidieusement mes forces, je laisse errer mon regard sur un dessein d'Eugene Martin, je me repais de ses couleurs sereines et puise des certitudes dans ses lumieres si denses.

MUSEUM They came, they looked, they walked their eyes wide open they didn't see because their minds were closed Their eyes wide open they didn't know they coul…

As have the Chinese and English Languages, Eugene has stripped his grammer to the naked bone, sinewed the simple frame, and created a rich vocabulary of meanin…

Conflict is necessary for growth. But too often conflict becomes a haven for the soul. Until one day, the soul can no longer free itself. In real growth the so…