I Value Those Artists Who Embody The

Art Is Not Vague Production, Transitory And Isolated, But A Power Which Must Be Directed To The Improvement And Refinement Of The Human Soul.

The Artist Is Not A 'sunday Child' For Whom Everything Immediately Succeeds. He Does Not Have The Right To Live Without Duty. The Task That Is Assigned To Him Is Painful, It Is A Heavy Cross For Him To Bear.

Emotion That I Experienced On First Seeing The Fresh Paint Come Out Of The Tube.. ..the Impression Of Colours Strewn Over The Palette: Of Colours - Alive, Waiting, As Yet Unseen And Hidden In Their Little Tubes...

An Empty Canvas, Apparently Really Empty, That Says Nothing And Is Without Significance – Almost Dull, In Fact – In Reality, Is Crammed With Thousands Of Undertone Tensions And Full Of Expectancy. Slightly Apprehensive Lest It Should Be Outraged.

An Empty Canvas Is A Living Wonder - Far Lovelier Than Certain Pictures.