I Thought To Discourage Aesthetics... I Threw

To All Appearances, The Artist Acts Like A Mediumistic Being Who, From The Labyrinth Beyond Time And Space, Seeks His Way Out To A Clearing.

As Soon As We Start Putting Our Thoughts Into Words And Sentences Everything Gets Distorted, Language Is Just No Damn Good—i Use It Because I Have To, But I Don’t Put Any Trust In It. We Never Understand Each Other.

Can One Make Works Which Are Not Works Of 'art'?

I Have Forced Myself To Contradict Myself In Order To Avoid Conforming To My Own Taste.

The Chess Pieces Are The Block Alphabet Which Shapes Thoughts; And These Thoughts, Although Making A Visual Design On The Chessboard, Express Their Beauty Abstractly, Like A Poem