If I Think, I Am Lost.

Is It The Factitious And The Conventional That Most Surely Succeed On Earth And In The Course Of Life?

Tell Me, Do You Think I'm Going Mad? I Sometimes Wonder, You Know.

You Say A New Era In Art Is Preparing; You Sensed It Coming; Continue Your Studies Without Weakening. God Will Do The Rest.

I Wished To Copy Nature. I Could Not. But I Was Satisfied When I Discovered The Sun, For Instance, Could Not Be Reproduced, But Only Represented By Something Else.

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.