Art Is, After All, Only

There Are Moments In Our Lives, There Are Moments In A Day, When We Seem To See Beyond The Usual. Such Are The Moments Of Our Greatest Happiness. Such Are The Moments Of Our Greatest Wisdom.

Art After All Is But An Extension Of Language To The Expression Of Sensations Too Subtle For Words.

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.

Be A Warhorse For Work And Enjoy Even The Struggle Against Defeat.

The Most Vital Things In The Look Of A Landscape Endure Only For A Moment. Work Should Be Done From Memory; Memory Of That Vital Moment.