Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

With Age, Art And Life Become One.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

Art Disturbs, Science Reassures.

I Do Not Believe In Things. I Believe In Relationships.

Nature Is A Mere Pretext For A Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art.