All My Compatriots Are Asses Compared To

I Lack The Magnificent Richness Of Color That Animates Nature.

When The Color Achieves Richness, The Form Attains Its Fullness Also.

The Contour Eludes Me.

To Achieve Progress Nature Alone Counts, And The Eye Is Trained Through Contact With Her. It Becomes Concentric By Looking And Working.

An Art Which Isn't Based On Feeling Isn't An Art At All... Feeling Is The Principle, The Beginning And The End; Craft, Objective, Technique - All These Are In The Middle.