Some Of Us Come On Earth Seeing

I See No Reason Why I Should Tickle Stones Or Waste Time On Polishing Bronze.

No Matter How Individual We Humans Are, We Are A Composite Of Everything We Are Aware Of. We Are A Mirror Of Our Times.

It Gave Me Great Pleasure To Think That I Could Take Wood, Make It Good, And Make People Like Rockefeller Buy It With Paper Money.

In The End, As You Get Older And Older, Your Life Is Your Life, And You Are Alone With It.

I Make Collages. I Join The Shattered World Creating A New Harmony.