Art Cannot Be Modern. Art

At Present, I Am Mainly Observing The Physical Motion Of Mountains, Water, Trees And Flowers. One Is Everywhere Reminded Of Similar Movements In The Human Body, Of Similar Impulses Of Joy And Suffering In Plants.

I Believe In The Immortality Of All Creatures.

I Must Live In My Own Excrement, Breathe In My Own Poisonous Sticky Fumes. Yet I Am A Human Being! I Still Am. Does No One Think Of That?

Art Cannot Be Modern. Art Is Primordially Eternal.

Everything Is Dead While It Lives.