Here the artist is, as it were, an archaeologist, uncovering deeper and deeper strata as he works, recovering not an ancient civilization, but something as yet unborn, unseen, unheard, except by the inner eye, the inner ear. He is not just removing apparent surfaces from some external object, he is removing apparent surface from the Self, revealing his original nature.

Looking at the creative process is like looking into a crystal: no matter which facet we gaze into, we see all the others reflected.

We provide both irritation and inspiration for each other- the grist for each other's pearl making.

Play cannot be defined, because in play all definitions slither, dance, combine, break apart, and recombine.

Here the artist is, as it were, an archaeologist, uncovering deeper and deeper strata as he works, recovering not an ancient civilization, but something as yet unborn, unseen, unheard, except by the inner eye, the inner ear. He is not just removing apparent surfaces from some external object, he is removing apparent surface from the Self, revealing his original nature.

If we are transparent, with nothing to hide, the gap between language and being disappears. Then the Muse can speak.

To create, we need both technique and freedom of technique