In Earlier Times Artists Liked To Show

The Way To Form Transcends Its Own Destination, Goes Beyond The End Of The Way Itself.

A Certain Fire Pretends To Be Alive; It Awakens. Working Its Way Along The Hand As A Conductor, It Reaches The Support And Engulfs It; Then A Leaping Spark Closes The Circle It Was To Trace, Coming Back To The Eye And Beyond.

Be Winged Arrows Aiming At Fulfillment And Goal.

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

The Beholder's Eye, Which Moves Like An Animal Grazing, Follows Paths Prepared For It In The Picture.