Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.
In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.