In A Tree There Is A Spirit

Art When Really Understood Is The Province Of Every Human Being. It Is Simply A Question Of Doing Things, Anything, Well. It Is Not An Outside, Extra Thing.

Fight With Yourself When You Paint, Not With The Model. A Student Is One Who Struggles With Himself For Order.

The Object, Which Is Back Of Every True Work Of Art, Is The Attainment Of A State Of Being, A State Of High Functioning, A More Than Ordinary Moment Of Existence. In Such Moments Activity Is Inevitable, And Whether This Activity Is With Brush, Pen, Chisel, Or Tongue, Its Result Is But A By-product Of The State, A Trace, The Footprint Of The State.

It Seems To Me That Before A Man Tries To Express Anything To The World He Must Recognize In Himself An Individual, A New One, Very Distinct From Others.

The True Artist Regards His Work As A Means Of Talking With Men [and Women], Of Saying His Say To Himself And To Others. It Is Not A Question Of Pay.