I Have Come To An Unalterable Decision

The Work Of A Man Is The Explanation Of The Man.

Do Not Copy Nature. Art Is An Abstraction. Rather, Bring Your Art Forth By Dreaming In Front Of Her And Think More Of Creation.

There Are Noble Tones, Ordinary Ones, Tranquil Harmonies, Consoling Ones, Others Which Excite By Their Vigour.

Under The Continual Contact With The Pebbles My Feet Have Become Hardened And Used To The Ground. My Body, Almost Constantly Nude, No Longer Suffers From The Sun. Civilization Is Falling From Me Little By Little. I Am Beginning To Think Simply, To Feel Only Very Little Hatred For My Neighbor - Rather, To Love Him.

The Flat Sound Of My Wooden Clogs On The Cobblestones, Deep, Hollow And Powerful, Is The Note I Seek In My Painting.