Time Is A River Without

For Me A Stained Glass Window Is A Transparent Partition Between My Heart And The Heart Of The World.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?

Art Seems To Me To Be Above All A State Of Soul.

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.

If I Create From The Heart, Nearly Everything Works; If From The Head, Almost Nothing.