Ich male meine Sonnenblumen rot.

Paint your sunflowers. Paint them for yourself.
Ignore those who have already seen it all before.
Ignore those who try to glamourise their own dull existence by placing mediocrity under shining lights.
Ignore the loaded ramblings of Kerouac-wannabes who crave nothing more than praise and acceptance.
Get them stand well away in the gallery, admiring this week's genius for framing a frozen cucumber. Soon to be last week's genius.
Allow all your inspiration. Celebrate yourself. Be honest and aware. Want nothing. Aspire to nothing. Trust your instincts.
Paint your sunflowers and watch it all fall into place...

(Chris Glithero, 2007)

Ein weiser Mann, der Herr. Und schöne Stimme (eigentlich).