I Sense Light As The Giver Of

We Are Born Of Light. The Seasons Are Felt Through Light. We Only Know The World As It Is Evoked By Light.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'

Just Think, That Man Can Claim A Slice Of The Sun.

If People Want To See Beaux-arts, It's Fine With Me. I'm Interested In Good Architecture As Anybody Else.

I Sense A Threshold: Light To Silence, Silence To Light - An Ambiance Of Inspiration, In Which The Desire To Be, To Express, Crosses With The Possible Light To Silence, Silence To Light Crosses In The Sanctuary Of Art.