Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind,

In The Arts, As In Life, Everything Is Possible Provided It Is Based On Love.

Can My Words Distill For You A Little Sweetness, Tender And Caressing?

Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.

All Our Interior World Is Reality, And That, Perhaps, More So Than Our Apparent World.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.