A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes

All The Things An Artist Must Be: Poet, Explorer Of Nature, Philosopher!

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

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

He Has Found His Style, When He Cannot Do Otherwise.

An Active Line On A Walk, Moving Freely, Without Goal. A Walk For A Walk's Sake.