#michael meusch

[talesofpassingtime]

She had seen the rise and fall of many men taken by the incoming tides of alcohol and drugs. It was a double-edged sword. Alcohol provided the ferry ride to the other side, but you had to pay the toll. No one gets a free ride.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

[talesofpassingtime]

The work will naturally tell you where to put your next stroke. Listen to your canvas and she will tell you. If you just throw in a line for the sake of things, you will spoil the form and lose coherence altogether.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

[talesofpassingtime]

Bringing about the features and flaws brought balance and a sense of beauty.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

[talesofpassingtime]

I LEFT PARIS IN APRIL, 1925. Beaten, broken down, and my life much like my brush was dipped into hidden catacombs of Paris's despair, heartache, and, loss.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

[talesofpassingtime]

These pages are my canvas and my pen the brush, exercising the will.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

[talesofpassingtime]

Men can learn many things they just need to learn to shut up.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

[talesofpassingtime]

Trials and tribulations are the ink which fuels the pen.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

[talesofpassingtime]

I thought to myself, (the model gets a break, but the painter never does.)

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants