The Pictorial Work Was Born Of Movement,

Everything Passes, And What Remains Of Former Times, What Remains Of Life, Is The Spiritual. In Everything We Do, The Claim Of The Absolute Is Unchanging.

Satire Must Not Be A Kind Of Superfluous Ill Will, But Ill Will From A Higher Point Of View. Ridiculous Man, Divine God. Or Else, Hatred Against The Bogged-down Vileness Of Average Man As Against The Possible Heights That Humanity Might Attain.

Art Does Not Reflect What Is Seen, Rather It Makes The Hidden Visible.

Like People, A Picture Has A Skeleton, Muscles And Skin.

I Must Begin, Not With Hypothesis, But With Specific Instances, No Matter How Minute.