A Line Is A Dot That Went

Drawing Is The Art Of Taking A Line For A Walk.

Beauty Is As Relative As Light And Dark. Thus, There Exists No Beautiful Woman, None At All, Because You Are Never Certain That A Still Far More Beautiful Woman Will Not Appear And Completely Shame The Supposed Beauty Of The First.

To Achieve Vital Harmony In A Picture It Must Be Constructed Out Of Parts In Themselves Incomplete, Brought Into Harmony Only At The Last Stroke.

My Hand Has Become The Obedient Instrument Of A Remote Will.

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing. Then I Want To Do Something Modest; To Work Out By Myself A Tiny, Formal Motive, One That My Pencil Will Be Able To Hold Without Technique.