I Was Never The Kind Of Painter

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.

In Every Block Of Marble I See A Statue As Plain As Though It Stood Before Me, Shaped And Perfect In Attitude And Action. I Have Only To Hew Away The Rough Walls That Imprison The Lovely Apparition To Reveal It To The Other Eyes As Mine See It.

The Art Of Creation Lies In The Gift Of Perceiving The Particular And Generalizing It, Thus Creating The Particular Again. It Is Therefore A Powerful Transforming Force And A Generator Of Creative Solutions In Relation To A Given Problem.

For Those Who Feel It, Nothing Makes The Soul So Religious And Pure As The Endeavor To Create Something Perfect; For God Is Perfection, And Whoever Strives After It, Is Striving After Something Divine. True Painting Is Only The Image Of The Perfection Of God, A Shadow Of The Pencil With Which He Paints, A Melody, A Striving After Harmony.

True Art Is Made Noble And Religious By The Mind Producing It.