Friday, August 04, 2006MONUMENT
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
In time, all great masterpieces turn into shameless creatures who laugh at their creators.
Grow your courage by remembering each day is a gift.
It is childish to eat primarily or only to please your tongue.
The missing link between humans and apes? It's certainly those brutes who haven't yet learned to respect privacy.
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.
Execute every act of thy life as though it were thy last.
I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.
Your personal truth is your gift to the world.