Television is bubble-gum for the mind.
I feel coming on a strange disease - humility.
Love is the greatest virtue of the heart.
Space. The continual becoming: invisible fountain from which all rhythms flow and to which they must pass. Beyond time or infinity
I follow in building the principles which nature has used in its domain.
Why should architecture or objects of art in the machine age, just because they are made by machines, have to resemble machinery?