You Could Wonder For Hours What Flowers

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

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.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

Everything In Art Must Spring From The Movement Of Our Whole Life-stream, Of Our Whole Being - Including The Unconscious.

Time Is A River Without Banks.