A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes

Everything Vanishes Around Me, And Works Are Born As If Out Of The Void. Ripe, Graphic Fruits Fall Off. My Hand Has Become The Obedient Instrument Of A Remote Will.

Color Is The Place Where Our Brain And The Universe Meet.

Kunst Gibt Nicht Das Sichtbare Wieder, Sondern Macht Sichtbar. Art Does Not Reproduce The Visible; Rather It Makes Visible.

When Looking At Any Significant Work Of Art, Remember That A More Significant One Probably Has Had To Be Sacrificed.

Nature Can Afford To Be Prodigal In Everything, The Artist Must Be Frugal Down To The Last Detail. Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.