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

Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.

A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

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

The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.

From the root, the sap rises up into the artist, flows through him, flows to his eye. Overwhelmed and activated by the force of the current, he conveys his vision into his work. And yet, standing at his appointed place as the trunk of the tree, he does nothing other than gather and pass on what rises from the depths. He neither serves nor commands he transmits. His position is humble. And the beauty at the crown is not his own; it has merely passed through him.

Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.