I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.

How Our Old Friend [michelangelo] Of The Sistine Would Have Loved To Photograph His Workers, Perched On The Fragile Planks. Dali Was Right To Say Leonardo Only Worked From Photographs.

There Are Too Many Souls Of Wood Not To Love Those Wooden Characters Who Do Indeed Have A Soul.

Beauty Cannot Be Recognized With A Cursory Glance.

Every Day In The Mirror I Watch Death At Work.