Black Is Like The Silence Of The

Music Is The Ultimate Teacher.

The Arts Are Encroaching One Upon Another, And From A Proper Use Of This Encroachment Will Rise The Art That Is Truly Monumental.

The Artist Must Be Blind To Distinction Between 'recognized' Or 'unrecognized' Conventions Of Form, Deaf To The Transitory Teaching And Demands Of His Particular Age.

Color Is The Keyboard, The Eyes Are The Harmonies, The Soul Is The Piano With Many Strings. The Artist Is The Hand That Plays, Touching One Key Or Another, To Cause Vibrations In The Soul.

The Nightmare Of Materialism, Which Has Turned The Life Of The Universe Into An Evil, Useless Game, Is Not Yet Past; It Holds The Awakening Soul Still In Its Grip.