My work is the embodiment of dreams in one form or another.
No pattern should be without some sort of meaning.
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user.
Apart from the desire to produce beautiful things, the leading passion of my life has been and is hatred of modern civilization.
If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it.
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.