The Sensations Of Colors On The Palette

Doubts Must Be Resolved Alone Within The Soul. Otherwise One Would Profane One's Own Powerful Solution.

Each Period Of A Civilisation Creates An Art That Is Specific In It And Which We Will Never See Reborn. To Try And Revive The Principles Of Art Of Past Centuries Can Lead Only To The Production Of Stillborn Works.

Color Is The Keyboard. The Eye Is The Hammer. The Soul Is The Piano, With Its Many Strings.

In General, Therefore, Color Is A Means Of Exerting A Direct Influence Upon The Soul. Color Is The Keyboard. The Eye Is The Hammer. The Soul Is The Piano With Its Many Strings. The Artist Is The Hand That Purposefully Sets The Soul Vibrating By Means Of This Or That Key.

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.