What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.
Time and reflection change the sight little by little 'till we come to understand.
There is no light painting or dark painting, but simply relations of tones.
The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.
It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.
I have to keep working, not to arrive at finish, which arouses the admiration of fools... I must seek completion only for the pleasure of being truer and more knowing.