The Artist Is The Hand That, By

The Artist Must Train Not Only His Eye But Also His Soul, So That It Can Weigh Colours In Its Own Scale And Thus Become A Determinant In Artistic Creation.

Every Man Who Steeps Himself In The Spiritual Possibilities Of His Heart Is A Valuable Helper In The Building Of The Spiritual Pyramid Which Will Someday Reach To Heaven.

The Deeper The Blue Becomes, The More Strongly It Calls Man Towards The Infinite, Awakening In Him A Desire For The Pure And, Finally, For The Supernatural The Brighter It Becomes, The More It Loses Its Sound, Until It Turns Into Silent Stillness And Becomes White.

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...

When I Was Thirteen Or Fourteen I Bought A Paintbox With Oil Paints From Money Slowly Saved Up. The Feeling I Had At The Time - Or Better - The Experience Of Color Coming Slowly Out Of The Tube - Is With Me To This Day.