The Work Of Art Is Born Of

The Artist Is Not A 'sunday Child' For Whom Everything Immediately Succeeds. He Does Not Have The Right To Live Without Duty. The Task That Is Assigned To Him Is Painful, It Is A Heavy Cross For Him To Bear.

Today Is The Great Day Of One Of The Revelations Of This World. The Interrelationships Of These Individual Realms Were Illumined As By A Flash Of Lightning; They Burst Unexpected, Frightening, And Joyous Out Of The Darkness. Never Were They So Strongly Tied Together And Never So Sharply Divided.

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.

Empty Canvas. In Appearance - Really Empty, Silent, Indifferent. Stunned, Almost. In Effect - Full Of Tensions, With Thousand Subdued Voices, Heavy With Expectations. A Little Frightened Because It May Be Violated

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.