I've Reached The Moment Where The Movement

Colors, Like Features, Follow The Changes Of The Emotions.

I Understand How You Could See Something In The Root Of A Tree, A Crack In The Wall, In An Eroded Stone Or Pebble. But Marble? It Comes Off In Blocks And Doesn't Evoke Any Image. It Does Not Inspire.

Good Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativity.

Why Should I Copy This Owl, This Sea Urchin? Why Should I Try To Imitate Nature? I Might Just As Well Try To Trace A Perfect Circle.

To Draw You Must Close Your Eyes And Sing.