The Day Is Coming When A Single

If I Think, Everything Is Lost.

The Painter Must Enclose Himself Within His Work; He Must Respond Not With Words, But With Paintings.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

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

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.