I Want To Be As Though Newborn.

We Document, Explain, Justify, Construct, Organize: These Are Good Things, But We Do Not Succeed In Coming To The Whole. But We May As Well Calm Down: Construction Is Not Absolute. Our Virtue Is This: By Cultivating The Exact We Have Laid The Foundations For A Science Of Art, Including The Unknown X.

Color Is The Place Where Our Brain And The Universe Meet.

A Certain Fire Pretends To Be Alive; It Awakens. Working Its Way Along The Hand As A Conductor, It Reaches The Support And Engulfs It; Then A Leaping Spark Closes The Circle It Was To Trace, Coming Back To The Eye And Beyond.

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.

In Earlier Times Artists Liked To Show What Was Actually Visible... Nowadays We Are Concerned With Reality, Rather Than The Merely Visible.