All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old

Color Is The Place Where Our Brain And The Universe Meet.

Everything Passes, And What Remains Of Former Times, What Remains Of Life, Is The Spiritual. In Everything We Do, The Claim Of The Absolute Is Unchanging.

It Is A Great Difficulty And A Great Necessity To Have To Start With The Smallest.

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

See With One Eye, Feel With The Other.