The Worst State Of Affairs Is When

Frightened, I Jump Up From The Bank, The Struggle Begins Anew. Bitterness Has Returned. I Am Not Pan In The Reed, I Am Merely A Human Being And Want To Climb A Few Steps, But Really Climb Them.

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 Biblical Story Of The Creation Is An Excellent Parable Of Movement. The Work Of Art, Too, Is Above All A Process Of Creation, It Is Never Experienced As A Mere Product.

Chosen Are Those Artists Who Penetrate To The Region Of That Secret Place Where Primeval Power Nurtures All Evolution. There, Where The Powerhouse Of All Time And Space Call It Brain Or Heart Of Creation Activates Every Function, Who Is The Artist Who Would Not Dwell There?

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.