A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes

Kunst Gibt Nicht Das Sichtbare Wieder, Sondern Macht Sichtbar. Art Does Not Reproduce The Visible; Rather It Makes Visible.

Polyphonic Painting Is Superior To Music In That There, The Time Element Becomes A Spatial Element. The Notion Of Simultaneity Stands Out Even More Richly.

My Mirror Probes Down To The Heart. I Write Words On The Forehead And Around The Corners Of The Mouth. My Human Faces Are Truer Than The Real Ones.

Beauty Is As Relative As Light And Dark. Thus, There Exists No Beautiful Woman, None At All, Because You Are Never Certain That A Still Far More Beautiful Woman Will Not Appear And Completely Shame The Supposed Beauty Of The First.

In My Productive Activity, Every Time A Type Grows Beyond The Stage Of Its Genesis, And I Have About Reached The Goal, The Intensity Gets Lost Very Quickly, And I Have To Look For New Ways.