It Is The Artistic Mission To Penetrate

One Day I Will Lie Nowhere With An Angel At My Side.

A Certain Fire Pretends To Be Alive; It Awakens. Working Its Way Along The Hand As A Conductor, It Reaches The Support And Engulfs It; Then A Leaping Spark Closes The Circle It Was To Trace, Coming Back To The Eye And Beyond.

A Single Day Is Enough To Make Us A Little Larger Or, Another Time, A Little Smaller.

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing About Europe.

The Painter Should Not Paint What He Sees, But What Will Be Seen.