All My Works Are Games, Serious Game.

I Came To The ... Open Gate Of Mathematics. From Here, Well-trodden Paths Lead In Every Direction, And Since Then I Have Often Spent Time There. Sometimes I Think ... I Have Trodden All The Paths ... And Then I Suddenly Discover A New Path And Experience Fresh Delights.

If I Am Not Mistaken, The Word "art" And "artist" Did Not Exist During The Renaissance And Before: There Were Simply Architects, Sculptors, And Painters, Practicing A Trade.

I Might Be In The Basement. I'll Go Upstairs And Check. We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order. I Don't Use Drugs; My Dreams Are Frightening Enough.

Drawing Is Deception.

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.