The Worst State Of Affairs Is When

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.

A Drawing Is Simply A Line Going For A Walk.

Becoming Is Superior To Being.

I Still Come Closest To Success With Drawing. When I Use Color The Results Are Dubious, For These Painfully Gained Experiences Bear Less Fruit.

The More Horrible This World (as Today, For Instance), The More Abstract Our Art, Whereas A Happy World Brings Forth An Art Of The Here And Now.