We all appreciated a certain aesthetic, and with that appreciation came a certain stylized presence.

Design is about the betterment of our lives poetically, aesthetically, experientially, sensorially, and emotionally.

Nothing’s perfect, the world’s not perfect. But it’s there for us, trying the best it can; that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern.

Color directly influences the soul. Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another purposively, to cause vibrations in the soul.

Aesthetics is for the artist like ornithology is for the birds.

Leonardo Da Vinci combined art and science and aesthetics and engineering, that kind of unity is needed once again.

The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.

It’s just my aesthetic: to want to feel a bit undone, effortless but not without style.