Everything Is Dead While It Lives.

I Believe In The Immortality Of All Creatures.

I Do Not Deny That I Have Made Drawings And Watercolors Of An Erotic Nature. But They Are Always Works Of Art. Are There No Artists Who Have Done Erotic Pictures?

To Restrict The Artist Is A Crime. It Is To Murder Germinating Life

I Must Live In My Own Excrement, Breathe In My Own Poisonous Sticky Fumes. Yet I Am A Human Being! I Still Am. Does No One Think Of That?

At Present, I Am Mainly Observing The Physical Motion Of Mountains, Water, Trees And Flowers. One Is Everywhere Reminded Of Similar Movements In The Human Body, Of Similar Impulses Of Joy And Suffering In Plants.