The Mind Loves The Unknown. It Loves

A Thing Which Is Present Can Be Invisible, Hidden By What It Shows

I Need To See The Original Paintings Just As Little As I Have To Read The Original Manuscripts Of Books.

Too Often We Tend To Reduce What Is Strange To What Is Familiar. I Intend To Restore The Familiar To The Strange.

If One Looks At A Thing With The Intention Of Trying To Discover What It Means, One Ends Up No Longer Seeing The Thing Itself, But Of Thinking Of The Question That Is Raised.

The Present Reeks Of Mediocrity And The Atom Bomb.