Artists Are, Above All, Men Who Want

Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer.

It's Raining My Soul, It's Raining, But It's Raining Dead Eyes.

When Man Wanted To Make A Machine That Would Walk He Created The Wheel, Which Does Not Resemble A Leg.

When Man Resolved To Imitate Walking, He Invented The Wheel, Which Does Not Look Like A Leg. In Doing This, He Was Practicing Surrealism Without Knowing It.

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death