In Earlier Times Artists Liked To Show

Chosen Are Those Artists Who Penetrate To The Region Of That Secret Place Where Primeval Power Nurtures All Evolution. There, Where The Powerhouse Of All Time And Space Call It Brain Or Heart Of Creation Activates Every Function, Who Is The Artist Who Would Not Dwell There?

A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes Out For A Walk, So To Speak, Aimlessly For The Sake Of The Walk.

The Art Of Mastering Life Is The Prerequisite For All Further Forms Of Expression, Whether They Are Paintings, Sculptures, Tragedies, Or Musical Compositions.

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.

Democracy With Its Semi-civilization Sincerely Cherishes Junk. The Artists Power Should Be Spiritual. But The Power Of The Majority Is Material. When These Worlds Meet Occasionally, It Is Pure Coincidence.