The Older I Grow, The More I

It Was Always Disappointing To See That What I Could Really Master In Terms Of Form Boiled Down To So Little.

Once The Object Has Been Constructed, I Have A Tendency To Rediscover In It, Transformed And Displaced, Images, Impressions, Facts Which Have Deeply Moved Me (often Without My Knowing It).

In The Past I Have Never Thought About Loneliness When Working, And I Don't Think About It Now. Yet There Must Be A Reason For The Fact That So Many People Talk About It.

That's The Terrible Thing: The More One Works On A Picture, The More Impossible It Becomes To Finish It.

When I See A Head From A Great Distance, It Ceases To Be A Sphere And Becomes An Extreme Confusion Falling Down Into The Abyss.