An Empty Canvas Is A

That Is Beautiful Which Is Produced By The Inner Need, Which Springs From The Soul.

The Nightmare Of Materialism, Which Has Turned The Life Of The Universe Into An Evil, Useless Game, Is Not Yet Past; It Holds The Awakening Soul Still In Its Grip.

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.

In The Hierarchy Of Colors, Green Represents The Social Middle Class, Self-satisfied, Immovable, Narrow.

Today Is The Great Day Of One Of The Revelations Of This World. The Interrelationships Of These Individual Realms Were Illumined As By A Flash Of Lightning; They Burst Unexpected, Frightening, And Joyous Out Of The Darkness. Never Were They So Strongly Tied Together And Never So Sharply Divided.