A Thing Which Is Present Can Be

Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By Being What It Sees, Hears, Or Knows; It Becomes What The World Offers It.

If The Dream Is A Translation Of Waking Life, Waking Life Is Also A Translation Of The Dream.

My Painting Is Visible Images That Conceal Nothing... They Evoke Mystery. Mystery Means Nothing. It Is Unknowable.

The Purpose Of Art Is Mystery.

The Present Reeks Of Mediocrity And The Atom Bomb.