I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.
What is that unforgettable line?
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
How time flies when one has fun!
To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one