For Me A Stained Glass

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.

Changes In Societal Structure And In Art Would Possess More Credibility If They Had Their Origins In The Soul And Spirit. If People Read The Words Of The Prophets With Closer Attention, They Would Find The Keys To Life.

I've Always Painted Pictures In Which Human Love Floods My Colors.