Every artist, as child of his age, is impelled to express the spirit of his age.

All methods are sacred if they are internally necessary. All methods are sins if they are not justified by internal necessity.

In general, therefore, color is a means of exerting a direct influence upon the soul. Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano with its many strings. The artist is the hand that purposefully sets the soul vibrating by means of this or that key.

The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.

Everything starts from a dot.

The arts are encroaching one upon another, and from a proper use of this encroachment will rise the art that is truly monumental.

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.