What Is Real Is Not The External

Simplicity Is Not An Objective In Art, But One Achieves Simplicity Despite One's Self By Entering Into The Real Sense Of Things.

What Is Real Is Not The External Form, But The Essence Of Things.

I Ground Matter To Find The Continuous Line. And When I Realized I Could Not Find It, I Stopped, As If An Unseen Someone Had Slapped My Hands.

In Art, One Does Not Aim For Simplicity; One Achieves It Unintentionally As One Gets Closer To The Real Meaning Of Things.

Nothing Grows Well In The Shade Of A Big Tree.