Wonder Is The Salt Of The Earth.

Originality Is Merely An Illusion.

For Me It Remains An Open Question Whether [this Work] Pertains To The Realm Of Mathematics Or To That Of Art.

I Try In My Prints To Testify That We Live In A Beautiful And Orderly World, And Not In A Formless Chaos, As It Sometimes Seems.

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.

I Might Be In The Basement. I'll Go Upstairs And Check.