Beautiful Colors Exist, Though We

I Am Leaving In Order To Have Peace And Quiet. To Be Rid Of The Influence Of Civilization. I Only Want To Do Simple, Very Simple Art And To Be Able To Do That, I Have To Immerse Myself In Virgin Nature, See No One But Savages, Live Their Life, With No Other Thought In My Mind But To Render, The Way A Child Would, The Concepts Formed In My Brain And To Do This With The Aid Of Nothing But The Primitive Means Of Art, The Only Means That Are Good And True.

I Made A Promise To Keep A Watch Over Myself, To Remain Master Of Myself, So That I Might Become A Sure Observer.

A Hint - Don't Paint Too Much Direct From Nature. Art Is An Abstraction! Study Nature Then Brood On It And Treasure The Creation Which Will Result, Which Is The Only Way To Ascend Towards God - To Create Like Our Divine Master.

Literary Poetry In A Painter Is Something Special, And Is Neither Illustration Nor The Translation Of Writing By Form.

Whatever May Happen The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow As It Rose To-day, Beneficent And Serene.