What My Art Probably Lacks Is A

Light And The Rational Forms Are Locked In Combat; Light Sets Them Into Motion, Bends What Is Straight, Makes Parallels Oval, Inscribes Circles In The Intervals, Makes The Intervals Active.

Sometimes I Dream Of A Work Of Really Great Breadth, Ranging Through The Whole Region Of Object, Meaning, And Style. This, I Fear, Will Remain A Dream, But It Is A Good Thing To Bear The Possibility Occasionally In Mind.

A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes Out For A Walk, So To Speak, Aimlessly For The Sake Of The Walk.

It Is Interesting To Observe How Real The Object Remains, In Spite Of All Abstractions.

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