Civilization Is Paralysis.

Why Work? The Gods Are There To Lavish Upon The Faithful The Good Gifts Of Nature.

The Flat Sound Of My Wooden Clogs On The Cobblestones, Deep, Hollow And Powerful, Is The Note I Seek In My Painting.

I Must Confess That I Too Am A Woman And That I Am Always Prepared To Applaud A Woman Who Is More Daring Than I, And Is Equal To A Man In Fighting For Freedom Of Behavior.

Civilization Is Paralysis.

A Great Sentiment Can Be Rendered Immediately. Dream On It And Look For The Simplest Form In Which You Can Express It.