Art Is Either A Plagiarist Or A

If You See A Tree As Blue, Then Make It Blue.

A Time Will Come When People Will Think I Am A Myth, Or Rather Something The Newspapers Have Made Up.

A Great Sentiment Can Be Rendered Immediately. Dream On It And Look For The Simplest Form In Which You Can Express It.

And Here In My Isolation I Can Grow Stronger. Poetry Seems To Come Of Itself, Without Effort, And I Need Only Let Myself Dream A Little While Painting To Suggest It.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.