For Myself, I Declare I Don't Know

You Have To First Experience What You Want To Express

The Emotions Are Sometimes So Strong That I Work Without Knowing It. The Strokes Come Like Speech.

Art Is But Imitation Of Nature.

For Loneliness, Worries, Difficulties, The Unsatisfied Need For Kindness And Sympathy - That Is What Is Hard To Bear.

Spring Is The Fresh Green Of Young Corn And The Pink Blush Of Blossoms. Autumn Contrasts The Yellowed Foilage With Violet Hues. Winter Is The White Of Snow Against Its Black Forms ... Summer Is The Contrast Of Blues And The Golden Bronze Of The Corn.