Out Of The Work Comes The Work.

Our Intention Is To Affirm This Life, Not To Bring Order Out Of Chaos, Nor To Suggest Improvements In Creation, But Simply To Wake Up To The Very Life We're Living, Which Is So Excellent Once One Gets One's Mind And Desires Out Of Its Way And Lets It Act Of It's Own Accord.

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.

An Artist Conscientiously Moves In A Direction Which For Some Good Reason He Takes, Putting One Work In Front Of The Other With The Hope He'll Arrive Before Death Overtakes Him.

If Someone Says Can't, That Shows You What To Do.

There Is No Such Thing As An Empty Space Or An Empty Time. There Is Always Something To See, Something To Hear. In Fact, Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.