When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes.
Happiness is an angel with a serious face
I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps.
What I am seeking is not the real and not the unreal but rather the unconscious, the mystery of the instinctive in the human race.
With one eye you are looking at the outside world, while with the other you are looking within yourself.
The function of art is to struggle against obligation.