Art Is Contemplation. It Is The Pleasure

One Must Work, Nothing But Work, And One Must Have Patience.

It Is The Artist Who Is Truthful And It Is Photography Which Lies, For In Reality Time Does Not Stop

My Drawings Are The Result Of My Sculpture.

If The Artist Succeeds In Producing The Impression Of A Movement Which Takes Several Moments For Accomplishment, His Work Is Certainly Much Less Conventional Than The Scientific Image, Where Time Is Abruptly Suspended.

The Artist Is The Confidant Of Nature, Flowers Carry On Dialogues With Him Through The Graceful Bending Of Their Stems And The Harmoniously Tinted Nuances Of Their Blossoms, Every Flower Has A Cordial Word Which Nature Directs Towards Him.