Color And I Are One. I Am

One Eye Sees, The Other Feels.

Democracy With Its Semi-civilization Sincerely Cherishes Junk. The Artists Power Should Be Spiritual. But The Power Of The Majority Is Material. When These Worlds Meet Occasionally, It Is Pure Coincidence.

A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk.

All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old Things, Dark Things, Whose Fragments Live On In The Artist.

Nothing Can Be Rushed. It Must Grow, It Should Grow Of Itself, And If The Time Ever Comes For That Work, Then So Much The Better!