Color Is The Keyboard, The Eyes Are

Everything That Is Dead Quivers. Not Only The Things Of Poetry, Stars, Moon, Wood, Flowers, But Even A White Trouser Button Glittering Out Of A Puddle In The Street... Everything Has A Secret Soul, Which Is Silent More Often Than It Speaks.

As A Picture Painted In Yellow Always Radiates Spiritual Warmth, Or As One In Blue Has Apparently A Cooling Effect, So Green Is Only Boring.

Only Just Now Awakening After Years Of Materialism, Our Soul Is Still Infected With The Despair Born Of Unbelief, Of Lack Of Purpose And Aim.

It Is Essential That The Painter Should Develop Not Only His Eyes, But Also His Soul, So That It Too May Be Capable Of Weighing Colors In Balance.

Doubts Must Be Resolved Alone Within The Soul. Otherwise One Would Profane One's Own Powerful Solution.