Art Is Really Whispering, Not

The Question Of Truth Is Forever In The Air, And People Look For It With Particular Fervor In Art.

I Write In Order To Express What The Photo Itself Cannot Say. A Photograph Of My Father Doesn't Tell Me What I Thought Of Him, Which For Me Is Much More Important Than What The Man Looked Like.

All Good Work Has Magic In It, And Addresses The Mind In A Subtle Way.

I Believe In The Invisible. I Do Not Believe In The Definitive Reality Of Things Around Us. For Me, Reality Is The Intuition And The Imagination And The Quiet Voice Inside My Head That Says: Isn't That Extraordinary? The Things In Our Lives Are The Shadows Of Reality, Just As We Ourselves Are Shadows.

To Fulfil A Fantasy Is The Quickest Way To Destroy It.