Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.
When one reaches this state of harmony between things and one's self, one reaches a state of perfect freedom and peace-which makes everything possible and right. Life becomes perpetual revelation.
One has to arrive at a specific temperature, at which the objects become malleable.
I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.
I do not believe in objects. I believe only in their relationships.
Emotion should not be rendered by an excited trembling; it can neither be added on nor be imitated. It is the seed, the work is the flower.