There Is No Must In Art Because

The True Work Of Art Is Born From The 'artist': A Mysterious, Enigmatic, And Mystical Creation. It Detaches Itself From Him, It Acquires An Autonomous Life, Becomes A Personality, An Independent Subject, Animated With A Spiritual Breath, The Living Subject Of A Real Existence Of Being.

The Artist Must Train Not Only His Eye But Also His Soul, So That It Can Weigh Colours In Its Own Scale And Thus Become A Determinant In Artistic Creation.

Today Is The Great Day Of One Of The Revelations Of This World. The Interrelationships Of These Individual Realms Were Illumined As By A Flash Of Lightning; They Burst Unexpected, Frightening, And Joyous Out Of The Darkness. Never Were They So Strongly Tied Together And Never So Sharply Divided.

Absolute Green Is The Most Restful Color, Lacking Any Undertone Of Joy, Grief, Or Passion. On Exhausted Men This Restfulness Has A Beneficial Effect, But After A Time It Becomes Tedious.

A Parallel Between Color And Music Can Only Be Relative – Just As A Violin Can Give Warm Shades Of Tone, So Yellow Has Shades, Which Can Be Expressed By Various Instruments.