All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old

I Cannot Be Grasped In The Here And Now, For My Dwelling Place Is Much Among The Dead, As The Yet Unborn, Slightly Closer To The Heart Of Creation Than Usual, But Still Not Close Enough.

The Painter Should Not Paint What He Sees, But What Will Be Seen.

Like People, A Picture Has A Skeleton, Muscles And Skin.

You Adapt Yourself To The Contents Of The Paintbox.

Gradually Compositions Make An Appearance Again. Political - Satirical - Conceits Expressed In One Figure Or A Few.