Everything Is Dead While It Lives.

No Erotic Work Of Art Is Filth If It Is Artistically Significant; It Is Only Turned Into Filth Through The Beholder If He Is Filthy.

At Present, I Am Mainly Observing The Physical Motion Of Mountains, Water, Trees And Flowers. One Is Everywhere Reminded Of Similar Movements In The Human Body, Of Similar Impulses Of Joy And Suffering In Plants.

I Must See New Things And Investigate Them. I Want To Taste Dark Water And See Crackling Trees And Wild Winds.

I Do Not Deny That I Have Made Drawings And Watercolors Of An Erotic Nature. But They Are Always Works Of Art. Are There No Artists Who Have Done Erotic Pictures?

I Was In Love With Everything- I Wanted To Look With Love At The Angry People So That Their Eyes Would Be Forced To Respond; And I Wanted To Bring Gifts To The Envious And Tell Them That I Am Worthless.