Everything Vanishes Round Me And Good Works

Art Does Not Reflect What Is Seen, Rather It Makes The Hidden Visible.

...a Long Struggle Lies In Store For Me In This Field Of Color.

All Is Well With Me. The Rain Doesn't Reach Me, My Room Is Well Heated, What More Can One Ask For? There's No Shortage Of Work, Either.

Sometimes I Dream Of A Work Of Really Great Breadth, Ranging Through The Whole Region Of Object, Meaning, And Style. This, I Fear, Will Remain A Dream, But It Is A Good Thing To Bear The Possibility Occasionally In Mind.

To Achieve Vital Harmony In A Picture It Must Be Constructed Out Of Parts In Themselves Incomplete, Brought Into Harmony Only At The Last Stroke.