Art Does Not Reflect What Is Seen,

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing About Europe.

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.

Make Chance Essential.

There Is No Substitute For Intuition.

It Is Interesting To Observe How Real The Object Remains, In Spite Of All Abstractions.