The Way To Form Transcends Its Own

I Have A Clear View Of 12 Years Of History Of My Inner Self. First The Cramped Self, That Self With Big Blinkers, Then The Disappearance Of The Blinkers And The Self, Now Gradually The Reemergence Of A Self Without Blinkers.

Everything Vanishes Round Me And Good Works Rise From Me Of Their Own Accord.

Color And I Are One. I Am A Painter.

It Is A Great Difficulty And A Great Necessity To Have To Start With The Smallest.

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing About Europe.