All Methods Are Sacred If They Are

The Work Of Art Is Born Of The Artist In A Mysterious And Secret Way. From Him It Gains Life And Being. Nor Is Its Existence Casual And Inconsequent, But It Has A Definite And Purposeful Strength, Alike In Its Material And Spiritual Life.

Empty Canvas. In Appearance - Really Empty, Silent, Indifferent. Stunned, Almost. In Effect - Full Of Tensions, With Thousand Subdued Voices, Heavy With Expectations. A Little Frightened Because It May Be Violated

Each Period Of A Civilisation Creates An Art That Is Specific In It And Which We Will Never See Reborn. To Try And Revive The Principles Of Art Of Past Centuries Can Lead Only To The Production Of Stillborn Works.

When I Was Thirteen Or Fourteen I Bought A Paintbox With Oil Paints From Money Slowly Saved Up. The Feeling I Had At The Time - Or Better - The Experience Of Color Coming Slowly Out Of The Tube - Is With Me To This Day.

Orange Is Red Brought Nearer To Humanity By Yellow.