Art Is Standing With One

There Are Times When One Feels Liberated From One’s Limits And Human Imperfections. At Such Moments, We See Ourselves There, In A Little Corner Of Our Little Planet, Our Eyes Fixed In Wonder On The Cold And Yet Deep Beauty Of That Which Is Eternal, That Which Is Elusive. Life And Death Are Fused Together And There Is No Evolution, Nor Destination, There Is Only Being.

Three Rules Of Work: Out Of Clutter Find Simplicity. From Discord Find Harmony. In The Middle Of Difficulty Lies Opportunity.

My Only Genius Talent Is Inquisitiveness.

External Conditions Can, To A Certain Extent, Reduce, But Never Cancel Individual Repsonsibility.

The Idea Of A Personal God Is An Anthropological Concept Which I Am Unable To Take Seriously.