Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
What I capture in spite of myself interests me more than my own ideas.
If it's good, it's mine. If it's bad, it's a fake.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
So there's only one tactic for the state: kill the seers.
Why assume that to look is to see?