I am a graphic artist heart and soul, though I find the term artist rather embarrassing.

Originality is merely an illusion.

I never got a pass mark in math ... Just imagine - mathematicians now use my prints to illustrate their books.

I don't grow up. In me is the small child of my early days.

I am myself: a light. In me you find your fate. So be not blind to the truth shining from my glow.

I never got a pass mark in math... Just imagine - mathematicians now use my prints to illustrate their books. Funny me consorting with all these learned folks, as though I were their long lost brother. I guess they are unaware of the fact that I am ignorant about the whole thing.

As far as I know, there is no proof whatever of the existence of an objective reality apart from our senses, and I do not see why we should accept the outside world as such solely by virtue of our senses.