To Be Free, To Be Happy And

I Have Heard It Very Often Said That An Artist Does Not Need Intelligence, That His Is The Province Of The Soul

The Big Painter Is One Who Has Something To Say. He Thus Does Not Paint Men, Landscape Or Furniture, But An Idea.

Students Work In Schools Making Life Studies For Years, Win Prizes For Life Studies And Find In The End That They Know Practically Nothing Of The Human Figure. They Have Acquired The Ability To Copy.

It Seems To Me That Before A Man Tries To Express Anything To The World He Must Recognize In Himself An Individual, A New One, Very Distinct From Others.

There Are Moments In Our Lives, There Are Moments In A Day, When We Seem To See Beyond The Usual- Become Clairvoyant. We Reach Then Into Reality. Such Are The Moments Of Our Greatest Happiness. Such Are The Moments Of Our Greatest Wisdom. It Is In The Nature Of All People To Have These Experiences; But In Our Time And Under The Conditions Of Our Lives, It Is Only A Rare Few Who Are Able To Continue In The Experience And Find Expression For It.