Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.

The Freer The Soul, The More Abstract Painting Becomes.

All Our Interior World Is Reality, And That, Perhaps, More So Than Our Apparent World.

If All Life Moves Inevitably Towards Its End, Then We Must, During Our Own, Colour It With Our Colours Of Love And Hope.

If I Create From The Heart, Nearly Everything Works; If From The Head, Almost Nothing.

The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb Is Born Knowing.