Genius Is The Error In The System.

Every Artist Would Like To Live In The Central Organ Of Creation... Not All Are Destined To Get There... But Our Beating Hearts Drive Us Deep Down, Right Into The Pit Of Creation.

A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk.

The More Horrible This World (as Today, For Instance), The More Abstract Our Art, Whereas A Happy World Brings Forth An Art Of The Here And Now.

Polyphonic Painting Is Superior To Music In That There, The Time Element Becomes A Spatial Element. The Notion Of Simultaneity Stands Out Even More Richly.

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.