Things Are Not Difficult To Make; What

The Function Of Art Is To Make That Understood Which In The Form Of Argument Would Be Incomprehensible.

I Ground Matter To Find The Continuous Line. And When I Realized I Could Not Find It, I Stopped, As If An Unseen Someone Had Slapped My Hands.

When You See A Fish You Don't Think Of Its Scales, Do You? You Think Of Its Speed, Its Floating, Flashing Body Seen Through The Water... If I Made Fins And Eyes And Scales, I Would Arrest Its Movement, Give A Pattern Or Shape Of Reality. I Want Just The Flash Of Its Spirit.

Nothing Can Grow Under Big Trees.

The Work Of Art Expresses Precisely Those Things Which Do Not Die. It Must Do So, However, In A Form That Bears Witness To The Artist's Own Era.