The Creation Of A Work Of Art

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing. Then I Want To Do Something Modest; To Work Out By Myself A Tiny, Formal Motive, One That My Pencil Will Be Able To Hold Without Technique.

Polyphonic Painting Is Superior To Music In That There, The Time Element Becomes A Spatial Element. The Notion Of Simultaneity Stands Out Even More Richly.

He Neither Serves Nor Rules, He Transmits. His Position Is Humble And The Beauty At The Crown Is Not His Own. He Is Merely A Channel.

Reduction! One Wants To Say More Than Nature And One Makes The Impossible Mistake Of Wanting To Say It With More Means Than She, Instead Of Fewer.

An Active Line On A Walk, Moving Freely, Without Goal. A Walk For A Walk's Sake.