The Organic Laws Of Construction Tangled Me

Every Work Of Art Is The Child Of Its Time, Often It Is The Mother Of Our Emotions.

An Empty Canvas Is A Living Wonder - Far Lovelier Than Certain Pictures.

The Work Of Art Is Born Of The Artist In A Mysterious And Secret Way. From Him It Gains Life And Being. Nor Is Its Existence Casual And Inconsequent, But It Has A Definite And Purposeful Strength, Alike In Its Material And Spiritual Life.

I Let Myself Go. I Thought Little Of The Houses And Trees, But Applied Colour Stripes And Spots To The Canva... Within Me Sounded The Memory Of Early Evening In Moscow, Before My Eyes Was The Strong, Colour-saturated Scale Of The Munich Light And Atmosphere, Which Thundered Deeply In The Shadows.

The Joy Of Life Consists In The Inevitable, Continual Triumph Of New Values.