Color And I Are One. I Am

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

It Is Possible That A Picture Will Move Far Away From Nature And Yet Find Its Way Back To Reality. The Faculty Of Memory, Experience At A Distance Produces Pictorial Associations.

Make Chance Essential.

All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old Things, Dark Things, Whose Fragments Live On In The Artist.

Be Winged Arrows Aiming At Fulfillment And Goal.