I Must Live In My

I Shall Go So Far That People Will Be Seized With Terror At The Sight Of Each Of My Works Of 'living' Art.

My Mother Is A Very Strange Woman... She Doesn't Understand Me In The Least And Doesn't Love Me Much Either. If She Had Either Love Or Understanding She Would Be Prepared To Make Sacrifices

I Am So Rich That I Must Give Myself Away.

Everything Is Dead While It Lives.

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.