I Believe That The Artist Doesn't Know

Art Is Like A Shipwreck; It's Every Man For Himself.

Unless A Picture Shocks, It Is Nothing.

The Chess Pieces Are The Block Alphabet Which Shapes Thoughts; And These Thoughts, Although Making A Visual Design On The Chessboard, Express Their Beauty Abstractly, Like A Poem

I Feel Shame, Not For The Wrong Things I Have Done, But For The Right Things That I Have Failed To Do.

To All Appearances, The Artist Acts Like A Mediumistic Being Who, From The Labyrinth Beyond Time And Space, Seeks His Way Out To A Clearing.