Black Is Like The Silence

The Artist Must Train Not Only His Eye But Also His Soul.

In Place Of An Intensive Cooperation Among Artists, There Is A Battle For Goods. Hatred, Partisanship, Cliques, Jealousy, And Intrigues Are The Natural Consequences Of An Aimless, Materialist Art.

Everything Shows Me Its Face, Its Innermost Being, Its Secret Soul, Which Is More Often Silent Than Heard.

The Artist Is Not A 'sunday Child' For Whom Everything Immediately Succeeds. He Does Not Have The Right To Live Without Duty. The Task That Is Assigned To Him Is Painful, It Is A Heavy Cross For Him To Bear.

The Eyes Are Hammers.