In Order To Produce Something New, You

I Am Entering Into The Truth, Into Nature.

It Was So Simple To Paint Things As I Saw Them; To Put Without Special Calculation A Red Close To A Blue.

You May Dream Freely When You Listen To Music As Well As When You Look At Painting. When You Read A Book You Are The Slave Of The Author's Mind.

Civilization Is What Makes You Sick.

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.