The More Abstract Is Form, The More

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.

The Nightmare Of Materialism, Which Has Turned The Life Of The Universe Into An Evil, Useless Game, Is Not Yet Past; It Holds The Awakening Soul Still In Its Grip.

There Is Only One Road To Follow, That Of Analysis Of The Basic Elements In Order To Arrive Ultimately At An Adequate Graphic Expression.

Color Provokes A Psychic Vibration. Color Hides A Power Still Unknown But Real, Which Acts On Every Part Of The Human Body.

Black Is Like The Silence Of The Body After Death, The Close Of Life.