I Still Come Closest To Success With

See With One Eye, Feel With The Other.

The Way To Form Transcends Its Own Destination, Goes Beyond The End Of The Way Itself.

The Beautiful, Which Is Perhaps Inseparable From Art, Is Not After All Tied To The Subject, But To The Pictorial Representation. In This Way And In No Other Does Art Overcome The Ugly Without Avoiding It.

The Pictorial Work Was Born Of Movement, Is Itself Recorded Movement, And Is Assimilated Through Movement (eye Muscles).

All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old Things, Dark Things, Whose Fragments Live On In The Artist.