How Often Have I Found

I Am Only A Public Entertainer Who Understands His Time.

Anything New, Anything Worth Doing, Can't Be Recognized.

When One Starts From A Portrait And Seeks By Successive Eliminations To Find Pure Form... One Inevitably Ends Up With An Egg.

Often While Reading A Book One Feels That The Author Wouold Heave Preferred To Paint Rather Than To Wirte; One Can Sense The Pleasure He Derives From Describing A Landscape Or A Person, As If He Were Painting What He Is Saying, Because Deep In His Heart He Would Have Preferred To Use Brushes And Colors.

Colors, Like Features, Follow The Changes Of The Emotions.