I Try In My Prints To Testify

I Don't Use Drugs, My Dreams Are Frightening Enough.

Hands, Are The Most Honest Part Of The Human Body, They Cannot Lie As Laughing Eyes And The Mouth Can.

To Tell You The Truth, I Am Rather Perplexed By The Concept Of 'art'. What One Person Considers To Be 'art' Is Often Not 'art' To Another. 'beautiful' And 'ugly' Are Old-fashioned Concepts That Are Seldom Applied These Days; Perhaps Justifiably, Who Knows? Something Repulsive, Which Gives You A Moral Hangover, And Hurts Your Ears Or Eyes, May Well Be Art. Only 'kitsch' Is Not Art - We're All Agreed About That. Indeed, But What Is 'kitsch'? If Only I Knew!

There Is Something In Such Laws That Takes The Breath Away. They Are Not Discoveries Or Inventions Of The Human Mind, But Exist Independently Of Us. In A Moment Of Clarity, One Can At Most Discover That They Are There And Take Them Into Account. Long Before There Were People On The Earth, Crystals Were Already Growing In The Earth's Crust. On One Day Or Another, A Human Being First Came Across Such A Sparkling Morsel Of Regularity Lying On The Ground Or Hit One With His Stone Tool And It Broke Off And Fell At His Feet, And He Picked It Up And Regarded It In His Open Hand, And He Was Amazed.

If I Am Not Mistaken, The Word "art" And "artist" Did Not Exist During The Renaissance And Before: There Were Simply Architects, Sculptors, And Painters, Practicing A Trade.