Words Are All We Have.

Normally I Didn’t See A Great Deal. I Didn’t Hear A Great Deal Either. I Didn’t Pay Attention. Strictly Speaking I Wasn’t There. Strictly Speaking I Believe I’ve Never Been Anywhere.

Mysterious Affair, Electricity.

All Life Long, The Same Questions, The Same Answers.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

How All Becomes Clear And Simple When One Opens An Eye On The Within, Having Of Course Previously Exposed It To The Without, In Order To Benefit By The Contrast.