You Have To Hurry Up If You

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

The Transposition That A Painter Makes With An Original Vision Gives To The Representation Of Nature A New Interest.

Surely, A Single Bunch Of Carrots Painted Naively, Just As We Personally See It, Is Worth All The Endless Banalities Of The Schools, All Those Dreary Pictures Concocted Out Of Tobacco Juice According To Time-honored Formulas?

Art First Of All Is Optical. That's Where The Material Of Our Art Is: In What Our Eyes Think.

If I Think, Everything Is Lost.