A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes

Color Possesses Me. I Don't Have To Pursue It. It Will Possess Me Always, I Know It. That Is The Meaning Of This Happy Hour: Color And I Are One. I Am A Painter.

Art Doesn't Reflect What We See; It Makes Us See.

A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes Out For A Walk, So To Speak, Aimlessly For The Sake Of The Walk.

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.

I Want To Be As Though Newborn. To Be Almost Primitive.