You Adapt Yourself To The Contents Of

It Is The Artistic Mission To Penetrate As Far As May Be Toward That Secret Ground Where Primal Law Feeds Growth.

My Self . . . Is A Dramatic Ensemble. Here A Prophetic Ancestor Makes His Appearance. Here A Brutal Hero Shouts. Here An Alcoholic Bon Vivant Argues With A Learned Professor. Here A Lyric Muse, Chronically Love-struck, Raises Her Eyes To Heaven. Her Papa Steps Forward, Uttering Pedantic Protests. Here The Indulgent Uncle Intercedes. Here The Aunt Babbles Gossip. Here The Maid Giggles Lasciviously. And I Look Upon It All With Amazement, The Sharpened Pen In My Left Hand.

A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk.

The Creation Lives As Genesis Beneath The Visible Surface Of The Work. All Intelligent People See This After The Fact, But Only The Creative See It Before The Fact - In The Future.

By Using Patches Of Color And Tone It Is Possible To Capture Every Natural Impression In The Simplest Way, Freshly And Immediately.