The world, art, and self explain each other: each is the aesthetic oneness of opposites.
Concealment is equated, unknowingly to ourselves, with individuality; the more we conceal the more it seems we are asserting our very personality, resisting a somewhat repellent, unwelcome intrusion of other things into ourselves.
Art is a way of showing greater fairness to things than is customary.
If a mistake is not a stepping stone, it is a mistake.
Every work of art is about everything.
In reality opposites are one; art shows this.