I Have Always Felt I Lived On

Again And Again There Comes A Time In History When The Man Who Dares To Say That Two And Two Make Four Is Punished With Death. ("the Plague")

Myths Are Made For The Imagination To Breath Life Into Them.

This World, Such As It Is, Is Not Tolerable. Therefore I Need The Moon, Or Happiness, Or Immortality, I Need Something Which Is Perhaps Demented, But Which Is Not Of This World.

Conscious Of Not Being Able To Separate Myself From My Time, I Have Decided To Become Part Of It.

It's Not Your Pictures I Like; It's Your Painting.