Objects Damage Pictures.

With Cold Eyes And Indifferent Mind The Spectators Regard The Work. Connoissers Admire The "skill" (as One Admires A Tightrope Walker), Enjoy The "quality Of Painting" (as One Enjoys A Pasty). But Hungry Souls Go Hungry Away. The Vulgar Herd Stroll Through The Rooms And Pronounce The Pictures "nice" Or "splendid." Those Who Could Speak Have Said Nothing, Those Who Could Hear Have Heard Nothing.

Every Work Of Art Is The Child Of Its Age And, In Many Cases, The Mother Of Our Emotions. It Follows That Each Period Of Culture Produces An Art Of Its Own Which Can Never Be Repeated.

A Parallel Between Color And Music Can Only Be Relative – Just As A Violin Can Give Warm Shades Of Tone, So Yellow Has Shades, Which Can Be Expressed By Various Instruments.

Music Is The Ultimate Teacher.

Our Epoch Is A Time Of Tragic Collision Between Matter And Spirit And Of The Downfall Of The Purely Material World View.