Magic Becomes Art When It Has Nothing

The Fact Of Storytelling Hints At A Fundamental Human Unease, Hints At Human Imperfection. Where There Is Perfection There Is No Story To Tell.

Wholeness Is The Enemy Of The Artist. We Ought To Be Broken, Ruined In Some Way.

I Am Not Fighting For Success, Just To Get More Beauty Out Of Myself And Share It With More People.

There Ought To Be Three Traditions In The Art Of Humanity: The Realistic, The Visionary And The Wild.

What Hope Is There For Individual Reality Or Authenticity When The Forces Of Violence And Orthodoxy, The Earthly Powers Of Guns And Bombs And Manipulated Public Opinion Make It Impossible For Us To Be Authentic And Fulfilled Human Beings? The Only Hope Is In The Creation Of Alternative Values, Alternative Realities. The Only Hope Is In Daring To Redream One's Place In The World - A Beautiful Act Of Imagination, And A Sustained Act Of Self Becoming. Which Is To Say That In Some Way Or Another We Breach And Confound The Accepted Frontiers Of Things.