A Civilization That Denies Death Ends By

The Mexican...is Familiar With Death. [he] Jokes About It, Caresses It, Sleeps With It, Celebrates It. It Is One Of His Favorite Toys And His Most Steadfast Love.

Cubism Had Been An Analysis Of The Object And An Attempt To Put It Before Us In Its Totality; Both As Analysis And As Synthesis, It Was A Criticism Of Appearance. Surrealism Transmuted The Object, And Suddenly A Canvas Became An Apparition: A New Figuration, A Real Transfiguration.

Beyond Myself, Somewhere, I Wait For My Arrival.

Art Is What Remains Of Religion: The Dance Above The Yawning Abyss.

Every Moment Is Nothing Without End.