Memory is the basis of individual personality, just as tradition is the basis of the collective personality of a people. We live in memory and by memory, and our spiritual life is simply the effort of our memory to persist, to transform itself into hope, the effort of our past to transform itself into our future.
Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936)
Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothing lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die? Is death then, the secret of life? The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.
Henri-Frederic Amiel: The Journal Intime (1864)
As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy. . .When modes of expression are worn out, art tends toward non-sense, toward a private and incommunicable universe. An intelligble shudder, whether in painting, in music, or in poetry, strikes us, and rightly, as vulgar or out-of-date. The public will soon disappear; art will follow shortly. A civilization which began with the cathedrals has to end with the hermeticism of schizophrenia.
E.M. Cioran (1911-1995)
In response to questions concerning my training and schooling etc. I am, for lack of a better term, self-taught...Influences have ranged from the iconography of Roman Catholicism to the collages of Max Ernst, the constructions of Joseph Cornell and the visionary art of Henry Darger. I prefer that the work in question speaks for itself in its own voice without being burdened with autobiographical and or didactic references.