The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
One day I will lie nowhere with an angel at my side.
One eye sees, the other feels.
I want to be as though new-born, knowing nothing, absolutely nothing about Europe.
A line comes into being. It goes out for a walk, so to speak, aimlessly for the sake of the walk.