An Art Which Isn't Based On Feeling

Everything In Nature Takes Its Form From The Sphere, The Cone And The Cylinder.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

Doubtless There Are Things In Nature Which Have Not Yet Been Seen. If An Artist Discovers Them, He Opens The Way For His Successors.

Here, On The River's Verge, I Could Be Busy For Months Without Changing My Place, Simply Leaning A Little More To Right Or Left.

All My Compatriots Are Asses Compared To Me.