Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
I want to be as though newborn. To be almost primitive.
It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest.
One day I will lie nowhere with an angel at my side.
The Biblical story of the creation is an excellent parable of movement. The work of art, too, is above all a process of creation, it is never experienced as a mere product.
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.