All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.
Becoming is superior to being.
Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.
I want to be as though newborn. To be almost primitive.
A line comes into being. It goes out for a walk, so to speak, aimlessly for the sake of the walk.
Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.