My Pictures Are Made Up Of Four

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance, Of Purity And Serenity Devoid Of Troubling Or Depressing Subject Matter - A Soothing, Calming Influence On The Mind, Rather Like A Good Armchair Which Provides Relaxation From Physical Fatigue.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

He Who Loves, Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; He Is Free And Nothing Holds Him Back.

A Certain Color Tones You Up. It's The Concentration Of Timbres.

A Work Should Contain Its Total Meaning Within Itself And Should Impress It On The Spectator Before He Even Knows The Subject.