I Am Not Faithful But I Am

[to Be An Artist,] This Desire To Conquer All With Images.

Art Is Accusation, Expression, Passion. Art Is Black Charcoal Crushing White Paper.

I Wept When The Muse Ulla Bent Over Me. Blinded By Tears I Could Not Prevent Her From Kissing Me, I Could Not Prevent The Muse From Giving Me That Terrible Kiss. All Of You Who Have Ever Been Kissed By The Muse Will Surely Understand That Oskar, Once Branded By That Kiss, Was Condemned To Take Back The Drum He Had Rejected Years Before, The Drum He Had Buried In The Sand Of Sapse Cemetery.

Art Is Hard For A Puritan To Understand.

In Statistics, What Disappears Behind Rows Of Numbers Is Death.