Every Day In The Mirror I Watch

A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract Refers To No Reality But Its Own.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.

Do Not Fear Being Ridiculous In Relation To The Ridiculous.