A Great Building Must Begin

Greek Architecture Taught Me That The Column Is Where The Light Is Not, And The Space Between Is Where The Light Is. It Is A Matter Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light. A Column And A Column Brings Light Between Them. To Make A Column Which Grows Out Of The Wall And Which Makes Its Own Rhythm Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light: That Is The Marvel Of The Artist.

The Crocodile Must Want To Be A Crocodile For Reasons Of The Crocodile

A Work Of Art... Is Not A Living Thing... That Walks Or Runs. But The Making Of A Life. That Which Gives You A Reaction. To Some It Is The Wonder Of Man's Fingers. To Some It Is The Wonder Of The Mind. To Some It Is The Wonder Of Technique. And To Some It Is How Real It Is. To Some, How Transcendent It Is. Like The 5th Symphony, It Presents Itself With A Feeling That You Know It, If You Have Heard It Once.

Architecture Struck Me Between The Eye And The Eyeball.

I Just Want To Make My Last Demand In Reverence To The Work Of What Has Been Done By Architects Of The Past. What Was, Has Always Been. What Is, Has Always Been. And What Will Be, Has Always Been. Such Is The Nature Of Beginning.