If I think, I am lost.
If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.
I have nothing to hide in art. The initial force alone can bring anyone to the end he must attain.
The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.
If I think, everything is lost.
The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.