In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.

Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.

I want to be as though newborn. To be almost primitive.

Colour has taken hold of me; no longer do I have to chase after it. I know that it has hold of me forever. That is the significance of this blessed moment

My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere remote. I must have great friends there, dark as well as bright. They are all very kind to me.

A line comes into being. It goes out for a walk, so to speak, aimlessly for the sake of the walk.

It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.