Painting Demands An Intelligent Model.

One May Have A Blazing Hearth In One's Soul And Yet No One Ever Came To Sit By It. Passers-by See Only A Wisp Of Smoke From The Chimney And Continue On Their Way.

There Is A Sun, A Light That For Want Of Another Word I Can Only Call Yellow, Pale Sulphur Yellow, Pale Golden Citron. How Lovely Yellow Is!

The Only Thing To Do Is To Go One's Own Way, To Try One's Best, To Make The Thing Live.

For My Part I Know Nothing With Any Certainty, But The Sight Of The Stars Makes Me Dream.

Yellow Is Capable Of Charming God.