In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.
The bird of truth would not be able to fly if it weren't for the air of lies we breathe.
People have learned to escape Reality very well but too often lose their way back.
If you seek just a little truth, as most, you should not ignore abstract forms, the basis from which all short-lived experiences we call reality springs.
Can someone eat the fruit that comes from the tree of action that grows from the seeds of your mind?
There are opposing forces in all living things. My work reflects this and stirs up a contrast of emotions in the viewer. . . perception versus annoyance. To the viewer who has reached that level of awareness, my work is no longer abstract, but very real.
While traveling our separated roads through life, we are also either road signs or potholes on the roads of others.
I love the Russian absurdists - [Nikolai] Gogol,[Daniil] Kharms, and [Vladimir] Bulgakov. Even within the Russian experimentalists, there's a lineage of traditional narrative, conflict, and character development, which I find vital to my storytelling.
For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.
Everyone engaged in research must have had the experience of working with feverish and prolonged intensity to write a paper which no one else will read or to solve a problem which no one else thinks important and which will bring no conceivable reward - which may only confirm a general opinion that the researcher is wasting his time on irrelevancies.
In solitude the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.