In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night-- his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

Mature people relate to each other without the need to merge.

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.