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“ჩემს ყოველ ნახატში ჩემი სისხლის წვეთია, რომელიც შერეულია თქვენი მამის სისხლის წვეთთან, წარმოიქმნება უჩვეულო კავშირი, რომელზეც თქვენ ვერც კი ხვდებით, იგი აერთიანებს ჩემს თვალებს თქვენს სულთან, თავიდან გქმნით, რომ შეიცნოთ საკუთარი თავი... ყველა ჩვენთაგანი უნდა მივიდეთ ჰარმონიასთან - ჩემი ნახატი, ჩემი კონსტრუქცია, ჩემი საღებავები და თვითონაც, - რომ ერთად განვიცადოთ ეს მგრძნობიარე წუთები”

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