3 Quotes by A.S. Reisfield

Those cocksure perfumers reside in abstraction town just next to virtual-ville which is located within counterfeit county in the state of reduction set inside their anything-goes-if-you-can-get-away-with-it world which exists as a mere speck in the nothing-matters-anyway universe.

Goodbye blank canvases in painting and toneless de-compositions in music – and hello blossoms bearing pollen and melons with their seeds yielding weeds and specific breeds of peppers and capers and boundary layers of aromatic vapors.

The crusaders against Nature are anti-Life unto death, Earth-estranged with every breath, malevolently cavalier and disdainfully deaf to subtle and even blatant cries of Creation.