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

Like everything genuine, its inner life guarantees its truth. All works of art created by truthful minds without regard for the work's conventional exterior remain genuine for all times...

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

Religions die slowly.

Art is nothing but the expression of our dream; the more we surrender to it the closer we get to the inner truth of things, our dream-life, the true life that scorns questions and does not see them.

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

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