The things I want to express are so beautiful and pure.

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

It is human nature to want to exchange ideas, and I believe that, at bottom, every artist wants no more than to tell the world what he has to say.

It has always irked me as improper that there are still so many people for whom the sky is no more than a mass of random points of light. I do not see why we should recognize a house, a tree, or a flower here below and not, for example, the red Arcturus up there in the heavens as it hangs from its constellation Bootes, like a basket hanging from a balloon.

I could fill an entire second life with working on my prints.

I might be in the basement. I'll go upstairs and check.

Drawing is deception.