I Owe You The Truth In Painting,

A Work Of Art Which Did Not Begin In Emotion Is Not Art.

It Is Impossible For Emotion Not To Come On Us In Thinking Of That Time Now Flowed Away.

What I Am Trying To Translate To You Is More Mysterious, It Is Entwined In The Very Roots Of Being, In The Implacable Source Of Sensations.

To Paint Is Not To Copy The Object Slavishly, It Is To Grasp A Harmony Among Many Relationships.

Is Art Really The Priesthood That Demands The Pure In Heart Who Belong To It Wholly?