E.A. Bucchianeri

(The Mona Lisa), that really is the ugliest portrait I__e seen, the only thing that supposedly makes it famous is the mystery behind it,_ Katherine admitted as she remembered her trips to the Louvre and how she shook her head at the poor tourists crowding around to see a jaundiced, eyebrow-less lady that reminded her of tight-lipped Washington on the dollar bill. Surely, they could have chosen a better portrait of the First President for their currency?

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

... there was one new metallic monstrosity stacked in one corner that she hadn__ seen the last time she was a visitor to his strange chamber, it appeared to be a mass of hard drives all fused together, but they looked too sophisticated to be merely hard drives.__hat on earth is that?_ __hat__ my Kung Fu,_ he said proudly, patting the top of the futuristic-looking stack.__s that what you wanted to show me?___o, but it__ impressive, isn__ it?___f you say so.__teves sighed and shook his head, so few people could appreciate the intellectual complexity of an almost untraceable hacking device.

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale.

While you__e singing something romantic, I can__ get the lyrics to __ove and Marriage_ out of my head, and that tune always reminds me of the jingle from Jeopardy.

Ah college years, those were the days. Pure freedom ... leaving home for the first time_the parties_"What about the tutorials, the lectures, the large building with all the books called the __ibrary_?___s that what those were?_ Gerry blithely replied.

Theatres are curious places, magician's trick-boxes where the golden memories of dramtic triumphs linger like nostalgic ghosts, and where the unexplainable, the fantastic, the tragic, the comic and the absurd are routine occurences on and off the stage. Murders, mayhem, politcal intrigue, lucrative business, secret assignations, and of course, dinner.

... an artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think.

...it__ just another one of those things I don__ understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone else into the same ridiculous mould. It__ an artist__ right to rebel against the world__ stupidity.

It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.

Pops added,"you know, they say if you don't vote, you get the government you deserve.""And if you do, you never get the results you expected," (Katherine) replied.

Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist's career.

I am an artist you know ... it is my right to be odd.

You can__ enjoy art or books in a hurry.

Let's always try to paint the truth ... our art must be made to mean something.

When in doubt, throw doubt out and have a little faith....

So it__ true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

She preferred the quiet solitary atmosphere, to create in her own world of paint and colour, the thrill of anticipating how her works would turn out as she eyed the blank sheets of paper or canvas before starting her next masterpiece. How satisfying it was to mess around in paint gear, without having to worry about spills, starch or frills, that was the life!