Too Often We Tend To Reduce What

My Investigations Resembled The Pursuit Of The Solution To A Problem For Which I Had Three Data: The Object, The Thing Connected With It In The Shadow Of My Consciousness, And The Light Wherein That Thing Would Become Apparent.

Those Who Become Entangled In These False Ideas Are Prevented From Perceiving The Integral Oneness.

I Detest My Past, And Anyone Else's. I Detest Resignation, Patience, Professional Heroism And Obligatory Beautiful Feelings. I Also Detest The Decorative Arts, Folklore, Advertising, Voices Making Announcements, Aerodynamism, Boy Scouts, The Smell Of Moth Balls, Events Of The Moment, And Drunken People.

Art Evokes The Mystery Without Which The World Would Not Exist.

My Painting Is Visible Images That Conceal Nothing... They Evoke Mystery. Mystery Means Nothing. It Is Unknowable.