The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
人类大脑是一个复杂的自组织系统。
我们会嘲笑可笑之事，无法自拔地笑出声来。
Music is my faith, the stage is my church.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
未被表达的情绪永远不会消亡。它们被活埋，并将在未来以更丑陋的方式涌现。
Art is explosion, explosion is art.#艺术就是爆炸，爆炸就是艺术。