Art Will Never Be Able To Exist

How Many Days Have I Spent Alone With My Cat... And When I Say Alone, I Mean Without A Material Being, For My Cat Is A Mystical Companion, A Spirit.

It Seemed To Me That It Was Possible To Translate Light, Forms, And Character Using Nothing But Color, Without Recourse To Values.

What Attracted Me Was Less Art Itself Than The Artist’s Life And All That It Meant For Me: The Idea Of Creativity And Freedom Of Expression And Action. I Had Been Attracted To Painting And Drawing For A Long Time, But It Was Not An Irresistible Passion; What I Wanted, At All Costs, Was To Escape The Monotony Of Life.

The Artist Who Paints The Emotions Creates An Enclosed World... The Picture... Which, Like A Book, Has The Same Interest No Matter Where It Happens To Be. Such An Artist, We May Imagine, Spends A Great Deal Of Time Doing Nothing But Looking, Both Around Him And Inside Him.

Art Will Never Be Able To Exist Without Nature.