We construct and keep on constructing, yet intuition is still a good thing.
There is no substitute for intuition.
A line comes into being. It goes out for a walk, so to speak, aimlessly for the sake of the walk.
Art doesn't reflect what we see; it makes us see.
The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.
Chosen are those artists who penetrate to the region of that secret place where primeval power nurtures all evolution. There, where the powerhouse of all time and space call it brain or heart of creation activates every function, who is the artist who would not dwell there?