The More Horrible This World (as Today,

Becoming Is Superior To Being.

What My Art Probably Lacks Is A Kind Of Passionate Humanity... There Is No Sensuous Relationship, Not Even The Noblest, Between Myself And The Many.

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

See With One Eye, Feel With The Other.

It Is Possible That A Picture Will Move Far Away From Nature And Yet Find Its Way Back To Reality. The Faculty Of Memory, Experience At A Distance Produces Pictorial Associations.