I See Drawings And Pictures In The

In Order To Work And To Become An Artist One Needs Love. At Least, One Who Wants Sentiment In His Work Must In The First Place Feel It Himself, And Live With His Heart

I Tried To Express Through Red And Green The Terrible Passions Of Humanity.

Ideas For Work Are Coming To Me In Abundance...i'm Going Like A Painting-locomotive.

Just Slap Something On It When You See A Blank Canvas Staring At You With A Sort Of Imbecility.

One May Have A Blazing Hearth In One's Soul And Yet No One Ever Came To Sit By It. Passers-by See Only A Wisp Of Smoke From The Chimney And Continue On Their Way.