It's Useless To Play Lullabies For Those

When You Start Working, Everybody Is In Your Studio- The Past, Your Friends, Enemies, The Art World, And Above All, Your Own Ideas- All Are There. But As You Continue Painting, They Start Leaving, One By One, And You Are Left Completely Alone. Then, If You Are Lucky, Even You Leave.

The Highest Purpose Is To Have No Purpose At All. This Puts One In Accord With Nature, In Her Manner Of Operation.

If There Are Questions Then, Of Course, There Are Answers, But The Final Answer Makes The Questions Seem Absurd.

I Am Trying To Be Unfamiliar With What I'm Doing.

Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.