What An Elder Sees Sitting; The Young

The Morality Of Art Is In Its Very Beauty.

I Have The Handicap Of Being Born With A Special Language To Which I Alone Have The Key.

Stupidity Is Something Unshakable; Nothing Attacks It Without Breaking Itself Against It; It Is Of The Nature Of Granite, Hard And Resistant.

Reveal Art; Conceal The Artist.

The Style, Which Is Something I Take To Heart, Is Getting On My Nerves Horribly. It Frustrates And Torments Me. I Have Days When Iam Sick About It And Nights When It Gives Me A Fever. The More I Go At It The More I Find Myself Incapable Of Conveying The Idea.