Art Is But Imitation Of

I Believe More And More That God Must Not Be Judged On This Earth. It Is One Of His Sketches That Has Turned Out Badly.

I Don't Know Anything With Certainty, But Seeing The Stars Makes Me Dream.

Painting It Was Hard Graft... In Addition Red, Yellow, Brown Ochre, Black, Terra Sienna, Bistre, And The Result Is A Red-brown That Varies From Bistre To Deep Wine-red And To Pale, Blond Reddish.

One Can Speak Poetry Just By Arranging Colors Well, Just As One Can Say Comforting Things In Music.

So Let Us Go Forward Quietly, Each On His Own Path, Forever Making For The Light.