Life itself is not the reality. We are the ones who put life into stones and pebbles.
Words represent images: nothing can be said for which there is no image.
Art accepts what it finds.
Reality is greater than our dreams.
... art is images you carry. You cannot carry nature with you, but you carry images of nature. When you go out to make a picture you find you are moved by something which is in agreement with an image you already held within yourself.
The coherent way of investigating any field is to examine its possible relatedness to other things.