Even a room which must be dark needs at least a crack of light to know how dark it is.

I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light. What is made by Light casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

The room is the beginning of architecture.

We are born of light. The seasons are felt through light. We only know the world as it is evoked by light.

The nature of space reflects what it wants to be.

You can never learn anything that is not a part of yourself.

I sense a Threshold: Light to Silence, Silence to Light - an ambiance of inspiration, in which the desire to be, to express, crosses with the possible Light to Silence, Silence to Light crosses in the sanctuary of art.