Drawing is the art of taking a line for a walk.

Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

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?

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

For the understanding of a picture a chair is needed. Why a chair? To prevent the legs, as they tire, from interfering with the mind

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

When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.