Art Does Not Reflect What Is Seen,

Like People, A Picture Has A Skeleton, Muscles And Skin.

The Way To Form Transcends Its Own Destination, Goes Beyond The End Of The Way Itself.

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing. Then I Want To Do Something Modest; To Work Out By Myself A Tiny, Formal Motive, One That My Pencil Will Be Able To Hold Without Technique.

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 Newborn. To Be Almost Primitive.