Art Lives On Constraint And Dies Of

Art Lives On Constraint And Dies Of Freedom.

To Touch Is To Give Life.

So Now, From This Mad Passion Which Made Me Take Art For An Idol And A King I Have Learnt The Burden Of Error That It Bore And What Misfortune Springs From Man's Desire... The World's Frivolities Have Robbed Me Of The Time That I Was Given For Reflecting Upon God.

Can't You See The Angel Imprisoned In The Block Of Stone Trying To Get Out? I Am Trying To Free Him

The Hand That Follows Intellect Can Achieve.