One Day I Will Lie Nowhere With

All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old Things, Dark Things, Whose Fragments Live On In The Artist.

I Want To Be As Though Newborn. To Be Almost Primitive.

I Cannot Be Grasped In The Here And Now, For My Dwelling Place Is Much Among The Dead, As The Yet Unborn, Slightly Closer To The Heart Of Creation Than Usual, But Still Not Close Enough.

Art Does Not Reflect What Is Seen, Rather It Makes The Hidden Visible.

Spatial Art Does Not Begin With A Poetic Mood Or Idea, But With Construction Of One Or More Figures, With The Harmonizing Of Several Colors And Tones, Or With The Devaluation Of Spatial Relationships And So On.