I Have Few Illusions: The

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See. There Is An Interest In That Which Is Hidden And Which The Visible Does Not Show Us. This Interest Can Take The Form Of A Quite Intense Feeling, A Sort Of Conflict, One Might Say, Between The Visible That Is Hidden And The Visible That Is Present.

Everything That Is Visible Hides Something That Is Invisible.

Art Evokes The Mystery Without Which The World Would Not Exist.

The Present Reeks Of Mediocrity And The Atom Bomb.

People Who Look For Symbolic Meaning Fail To Grasp The Inherent Poetry And Mystery Of The Images.