Cubism had been an analysis of the object and an attempt to put it before us in its totality; both as analysis and as synthesis, it was a criticism of appearance. Surrealism transmuted the object, and suddenly a canvas became an apparition: a new figuration, a real transfiguration.
Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.
Love is born at first sight; the friendship of a frequent and lengthy exchange.
The universe unfolds in the body, which is its mirror and its creature.
The world is born when two people kiss
Light is time thinking about itself.