Immediate Work, Even Poor, Is Worth More

Nature Is A Word, An Allegory, A Mold, An Embossing, If You Will.

Modernity Is The Transient, The Fleeting, The Contingent; It Is One Half Of Art, The Other Being The Eternal And The Immovable.

Genius Is Childhood Recalled At Will.

To Say The Word Romanticism Is To Say Modern Art - That Is, Intimacy, Spirituality, Color, Aspiration Towards The Infinite, Expressed By Every Means Available To The Arts.

Perfumes, Colours And Sounds Echo One Another.