"A graphic artist ...

has somehting of the troubadour within him...(he) is like a blackbird that sings in the treetop. Again and again he repeats his song. The more copies people ask him to make, the better he likes it. He hopes the wind will spread his leaves over the earth the farther the better - not like dry leaves in autumn but rather like feather-light seeds capable of germinating. This graphic artist's immaterial and purely spiritual ideal is the fruitful transfer of thoughts from one humag being to as many fellow human beings as possible." -M.C. Escher