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Color! What A Deep And Mysterious Language, The Language Of Dreams.

In Order To Produce Something New, You Have To Return To The Original Source, To The Childhood Of Mankind.

Civilization Is What Makes You Sick.

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will.

Do Not Copy Nature. Art Is An Abstraction. Rather, Bring Your Art Forth By Dreaming In Front Of Her And Think More Of Creation.