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

In The Final Analysis, A Drawing Simply Is No Longer A Drawing, No Matter How Self-sufficient Its Execution May Be. It Is A Symbol, And The More Profoundly The Imaginary Lines Of Projection Meet Higher Dimensions, The Better.

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing About Europe.

To Emphasize Only The Beautiful Seems To Me To Be Like A Mathematical System That Only Concerns Itself With Positive Numbers.

I Still Come Closest To Success With Drawing.