Art has always been and is in its very essence the boldest departure from nature. It is the bridge into the spirit world.

What appears spectral today will be natural tomorrow.

Who is able to paint the existence of a dog as Picasso paints the existence of a cubic shape?

Is there a more mysterious idea than to imagine how nature is reflected in the eyes of animals?

We are staunch and true and in rather a champagne mood.

Todayart is moving in a direction of which our fathers would never even have dreamed.We stand before the new pictures as in a dream and we hear the apocalyptic horsemen in the air.

I am trying to intensify my feeling for the organic rhythm in all things, trying to establish a pantheistic contact with the tremor and flow of blood in nature, in animals, in the air - trying to make it all into a picture, with new movements and with colours that reduce our old easel paintings to absurdity.