All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old

Like People, A Picture Has A Skeleton, Muscles And Skin.

Color And I Are One. I Am A Painter.

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

The Way To Form Transcends Its Own Destination, Goes Beyond The End Of The Way Itself.

Nature Can Afford To Be Prodigal In Everything, The Artist Must Be Frugal Down To The Last Detail. Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.