Our Epoch Is A Time Of Tragic

All Methods Are Sacred If They Are Internally Necessary. All Methods Are Sins If They Are Not Justified By Internal Necessity.

Everything That Is Dead Quivers. Not Only The Things Of Poetry, Stars, Moon, Wood, Flowers, But Even A White Trouser Button Glittering Out Of A Puddle In The Street... Everything Has A Secret Soul, Which Is Silent More Often Than It Speaks.

It Should Not Be Forgotten That Art Is Not A Science Where The Latest 'correct' Theory Declares The Old To Be False And Erases It.

Emotion That I Experienced On First Seeing The Fresh Paint Come Out Of The Tube.. ..the Impression Of Colours Strewn Over The Palette: Of Colours - Alive, Waiting, As Yet Unseen And Hidden In Their Little Tubes...

I Really Believe That I Am The First And Only Artist To Throw Not Just The 'subject' Out Of My Paintings, But Every 'object' As Well.