The Only Secret I Can Claim To

The Aura Given Out By A Person Or Object Is As Much A Part Of Them As Their Flesh. The Effect That They Make In Space Is As Bound Up With Them As Might Be Their Colour Or Smell ... Therefore The Painter Must Be As Concerned With The Air Surrounding His Subject As With The Subject Itself. It Is Through Observation And Perception Of Atmosphere That He Can Register The Feeling That He Wishes His Painting To Give Out.

The Painter Makes Real To Others His Innermost Feelings About All That He Cares For. A Secret Becomes Known To Everyone Who Views The Picture Through The Intensity With Which It Is Felt.

The Process Of Creation Becomes Necessary To The Painter Perhaps More Than Is The Picture. The Process In Fact Is Habit-forming

A Moment Of Complete Happiness Never Occurs In The Creation Of A Work Of Art. The Promise Of It Is Felt In The Act Of Creation But Disappears Towards The Completion Of The Work. For It Is Then The Painter Realises That It Is Only A Picture He Is Painting. Until Then He Had Almost Dared To Hope The Picture Might Spring To Life.

It Is The Only Point Of Getting Up Every Morning: To Paint, To Make Something Good, To Make Something Even Better Than Before, Not To Give Up, To Compete, To Be Ambitious.