We Are Born Of Light. The Seasons

A Great Building Must Begin With The Unmeasurable, Must Go Through Measurable Means When It Is Being Designed And In The End Must Be Unmeasurable.

In A Small Room One Does Not Say What One Would In A Large Room.

Even A Brick Wants To Be Something

I Sense Light As The Giver Of All Presences, And Material As Spent Light. What Is Made By Light Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

I Sense A Threshold: Light To Silence, Silence To Light - An Ambiance Of Inspiration, In Which The Desire To Be, To Express, Crosses With The Possible Light To Silence, Silence To Light Crosses In The Sanctuary Of Art.