If I Am Not Making

Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As A Personal Affront.

Life Is The Space Between Our Things.

The Sound Of The Sea, The Curve Of A Horizon, Wind In Leaves, The Cry Of A Bird Leave Manifold Impression In Us. And Suddenly, Without Our Wishing It At All, One Of These Memories Spills From Us And Finds Expression In Musical Language...i Want To Sing My Interior Landscape With The Simple Artlessness Of A Child.

Extreme Complication Is Contrary To Art.

To Complete A Work Is Just Like Being Present At The Death Of Someone You Love.