Joy Always Came After Pain.

In This Mirror, I Am Enclosed A Live And Real As You. Imagine Angels And Not Like The Reflections.

Without Artists, The Sublime Idea Men Have Of The Universe Would Collapse With Dizzying Speed.

Paint With Whatever Material You Please - With Pipes, Postage Stamps, Postcards Or Playing Cards, Painted Paper, Or Newspapers.

Artists Are, Above All, Men Who Want To Become Inhuman.

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure