On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

Art Seems To Me To Be Above All A State Of Soul. All Souls Are Sacred, The Soul Of All The Bipeds In Every Quarter Of The Globe.

Color Is Everything. When Color Is Right, Form Is Right.

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

Despite All The Troubles Of Our World, In My Heart I Have Never Given Up On The Love In Which I Was Brought Up Or On Man's Hope In Love. In Life, Just As On The Artist's Palette, There Is But One Single Colour That Gives Meaning To Life And Art–the Colour Of Love