Each Brushstroke Is A Decision.

Each Brushstroke Is A Decision.

In The End I Realize That Whatever Meaning That Picture Has Is The Accumulated Meaning Of Ten Thousand Brushstrokes, Each One Being Decided As It Was Painted.

Wherever Art Appears, Life Disappears.

Painting Is A Medium In Which The Mind Can Actualize Itself; It Is A Medium Of Thought. Thus Painting, Like Music, Tends To Become Its Own Content.

One's Art Is Just One's Effort To Wed Oneself To The Universe, To Unify Oneself Through Union.