All Methods Are Sacred If They Are

Every Artist, As Child Of His Age, Is Impelled To Express The Spirit Of His Age.

The Deeper The Blue Becomes, The More Strongly It Calls Man Towards The Infinite, Awakening In Him A Desire For The Pure And, Finally, For The Supernatural The Brighter It Becomes, The More It Loses Its Sound, Until It Turns Into Silent Stillness And Becomes White.

The Sound Of Colors Is So Definite That It Would Be Hard To Find Anyone Who Would Express Bright Yellow With Bass Notes Or Dark Lake With Treble.

The Eyes Are Hammers.

There Is No Must In Art Because Art Is Free.