There Is Only One Valuable Thing In

Writing Is Not Describing, Painting Is Not Depicting. Verisimilitude Is Merely An Illusion.

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

Nature Is A Mere Pretext For A Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

Thanks To The Oval I Have Discovered The Meaning Of The Horizontal And The Vertical.