What I Give Form To In Daylight

If I Am Not Mistaken, The Word "art" And "artist" Did Not Exist During The Renaissance And Before: There Were Simply Architects, Sculptors, And Painters, Practicing A Trade.

I Could Fill An Entire Second Life With Working On My Prints.

I Came To The ... Open Gate Of Mathematics. From Here, Well-trodden Paths Lead In Every Direction, And Since Then I Have Often Spent Time There. Sometimes I Think ... I Have Trodden All The Paths ... And Then I Suddenly Discover A New Path And Experience Fresh Delights.

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.

I Try In My Prints To Testify That We Live In A Beautiful And Orderly World, Not In A Chaos Without Norms, Even Though That Is How It Sometimes Appears. My Subjects Are Also Often Playful: I Cannot Refrain From Demonstrating The Nonsensicalness Of Some Of What We Take To Be Irrefutable Certainties. It Is, For Example, A Pleasure To Deliberately Mix Together Objects Of Two And Three Dimensions, Surface And Spatial Relationships, And To Make Fun Of Gravity.