Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of

My Mirror Probes Down To The Heart. I Write Words On The Forehead And Around The Corners Of The Mouth. My Human Faces Are Truer Than The Real Ones.

Spatial Art Does Not Begin With A Poetic Mood Or Idea, But With Construction Of One Or More Figures, With The Harmonizing Of Several Colors And Tones, Or With The Devaluation Of Spatial Relationships And So On.

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing About Europe.

Gradually Compositions Make An Appearance Again. Political - Satirical - Conceits Expressed In One Figure Or A Few.

We Document, Explain, Justify, Construct, Organize: These Are Good Things, But We Do Not Succeed In Coming To The Whole. But We May As Well Calm Down: Construction Is Not Absolute. Our Virtue Is This: By Cultivating The Exact We Have Laid The Foundations For A Science Of Art, Including The Unknown X.