I Love Red So Much, I Almost

To Most People Who Look At A Mobile, It's No More Than A Series Of Flat Objects That Move. To A Few, Though, It May Be Poetry.

That Others Grasp What I Have In Mind Seems Unessential, At Least As Long As They Have Something Else In Theirs.

The Universe Is Real, But You Can't See It. You Have To Imagine It.

My Fingers Always Seem Busier Than My Mind.

Why Must Art Be Static? You Look At An Abstraction, Sculptured Or Painted, An Entirely Exciting Arrangement Of Planes, Spheres, Nuclei, Entirely Without Meaning. It Would Be Perfect But It Is Always Still. The Next Step In Sculpture Is Motion.