Art Does Not Reproduce The Visible; It

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

Be Winged Arrows Aiming At Fulfillment And Goal.

The Artist Of Today Is More Than An Improved Camera, He Is More Complex, Richer, And Wider. He Is A Creature On The Earth And A Creature Within The Whole, That Is, A Creature On A Star Among Stars.

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.

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