Art Seems To Me To Be Above

For Me A Stained Glass Window Is A Transparent Partition Between My Heart And The Heart Of The World.

Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind, And Only Secondarily A Problem Of Form.

Despite All The Troubles Of Our World, In My Heart I Have Never Given Up On The Love In Which I Was Brought Up Or On Man's Hope In Love. In Life, Just As On The Artist's Palette, There Is But One Single Colour That Gives Meaning To Life And Art–the Colour Of Love

Can My Words Distill For You A Little Sweetness, Tender And Caressing?

The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb Is Born Knowing.