Peter Kubelka is the perfectionist of the film medium; and, as I honor that quality above all others at this time finding such a lack of it now elsewhere, I would simply like to say: Peter Kubelka is the world's greatest filmmaker - which is to say, simply: see his films!...by all means/above all else...etcetera.

A film fable so structured that all alchemical searchings are clearly filmwise (gold being discovered cinematically in each sequence ot mixed black-and-white and color) so that when the drama-discovery is actually made, it acts as a deliberate anti-climax of aesthetic perfection.

We have the notion that we exist but we have no way to prove it. 'I am' is the closest foundation we can get.

It is just seeing-it is a very simple word-and to be a visionary is to be a seer. The problem is that most people can't see.

Art is a sense of magic.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?

Artists are mostly shits of the worst order. You wouldn't want one living next door to you. Think about it: Vincent Van Gogh living next door, coming over to borrow your ear and a cup of sugar every morning-Good God!