The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb

The Freer The Soul, The More Abstract Painting Becomes.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

Only Love Interests Me, And I Am Only In Contact With Things That Revolve Around Love.

Mine Alone Is The Country Of My Soul.