Nature Is The Best Instructor.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.

Surely, A Single Bunch Of Carrots Painted Naively, Just As We Personally See It, Is Worth All The Endless Banalities Of The Schools, All Those Dreary Pictures Concocted Out Of Tobacco Juice According To Time-honored Formulas?

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

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

Everything In Nature Takes Its Form From The Sphere, The Cone And The Cylinder.