The More I Work, The More I

I Work Like A Gardener.

What I Will No Longer Accept Is The Mediocre Life Of A Modest Little Gentleman.

When I Stand Before A Canvas, I Never Know What I'll Do, And I Am The First One Surprised At What Comes Out.

I Try To Apply Colors Like Words That Shape Poems, Like Notes That Shape Music.

What I Am Seeking... Is A Motionless Movement, Something Equivalent To What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence.