What I Say Is That We're Capable

It Would Be An Endless Battle If It Were All Up To Ego Because It Does Not Destroy And Is Not Destroyed By Itself It Is Like A Wave It Makes Itself Up, It Rushes Forward Getting Nowhere Really It Crashes, Withdraws And Makes Itself Up Again Pulls Itself Together With Pride Towers With Pride Rushes Forward Into Imaginary Conquest Crashes In Frustration Withdraws With Remorse And Repentance Pulls Itself Together With New Resolution

I Would Like My Work To Be Recognized As Being In The Classical Tradition (coptic, Egyptian, Greek, Chinese), As Representing The Ideal In The Mind. Classical Art Cannot Possibly Be Eclectic. One Must See The Ideal In One's Own Mind. It Is Like A Memory - An Awareness -of Perfection.

That Which Takes Us By Surprise-moments Of Happiness-that Is Inspiration.

What We Really Want To Do Is Serve Happiness. We Want Everyone To Be Happy, Never Unhappy Even For A Moment. We Want The Animals To Be Happy. The Happiness Of Every Living Thing Is What We Want.

I Want To Emphasize The Fact That We All Have The Same Experience And The Same Concern, But The Artist Must Know Exactly What The Experience Is. He Must Pursue The Truth Relentlessly. Once He Sees This Fact His Feet Are On The Path. If You Want To Know The Truth You Will Know It. The Manipulation Of Materials In An Artwork Is A Result Of This State Of Mind. The Artist Works By Awareness Of His Own State Of Mind.