Make chance essential.

Art doesn't reflect what we see; it makes us see.

Chosen are those artists who penetrate to the region of that secret place where primeval power nurtures all evolution. There, where the powerhouse of all time and space call it brain or heart of creation activates every function, who is the artist who would not dwell there?

Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest.

Each energy calls for its complementary energy to achieve self-contained stability based on the play of energies.

A line comes into being. It goes out for a walk, so to speak, aimlessly for the sake of the walk.