I Dream Of An Art Of Balance,

I Have Always Tried To Hide My Efforts And Wished My Works To Have A Light Joyousness Of Springtime Which Never Lets Anyone Suspect The Labors It Has Cost Me.

Hatred Is A Parasite That Devours All. One Doesn't Build Upon Hatred, But Upon Love.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

My Curves Are Not Crazy.

For My Part I Have Never Avoided The Influence Of Others. I Would Have Considered It Cowardice And A Lack Of Sincerity Toward Myself.