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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.

A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk.

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.

A Tendency Toward The Abstract Is Inherent In Linear Expression: Graphic Imagery Being Confined To Outlines Has A Fairy-like Quality And At The Same Time Can Achieve Great Precision.

The More Horrible This World (as Today, For Instance), The More Abstract Our Art, Whereas A Happy World Brings Forth An Art Of The Here And Now.