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If All Life Moves Inevitably Towards Its End, Then We Must, During Our Own, Colour It With Our Colours Of Love And Hope.

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.

The Habit Of Ignoring Nature Is Deeply Implanted In Our Times. This Attitude Reminds Me Of People Who Never Look You In The Eye; I Find Them Disturbing And Always Have To Look Away.

I Am Out To Introduce A Psychic Shock Into My Painting, One That Is Always Motivated By Pictorial Reasoning: That Is To Say, A Fourth Dimension.

I Work In Whatever Medium Likes Me At The Moment.