If I Had My Will, I Would

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, And Actors And Actresses All Die Of The Plague ... They Make Art Impossible.

If I Were Twenty Or Thirty Years Younger, I Would Start Afresh In This Field With The Certainty Of Accomplishing Much. But I Should Have To Learn From The Bottom Up, Forgetting The Theatre Entirely And Concentrating On The Special Medium Of This New Art. My Mistake, And That Of Many Others, Lay In Employing "theatrical" Techniques Despite Every Effort To Avoid Them. Here Is Something Quite, Quite Fresh, A Penetrating Form Of Visual Poetry, An Untried Exponent Of The Human Soul. Alas, I Am Too Old For It!

I Did Not Use Paint, I Made Myself Up Morally.

Interpretation Is The Evidence Of Growth And Knowledge, The Latter Through Sorrow ? That Great Teacher.

First One Works Alone Through The Mind, Then Before The Public Through Experience.