If We Master A Bit

When I Make My Drawings... The Path Traced By My Pencil On The Sheet Of Paper Is, To Some Extent, Analogous To The Gesture Of A Man Groping His Way In The Darkness.

It Is Impossible To Do A Thing The Way I See It Because The Closer I Get The More Differently I See.

The More I Work, The More I See Things Differently, That Is, Everything Gains In Grandeur Every Day, Becomes More And More Unknown, More And More Beautiful. The Closer I Come, The Grander It Is, The More Remote It Is.

All The Art Of The Past Rises Up Before Me, The Art Of All Ages And All Civilizations, Everything Becomes Simultaneous, As If Space Had Replaced Time. Memories Of Works Of Art Blend With Affective Memories, With My Work, With My Whole Life.

If We Master A Bit Of Drawing, Everything Else Is Possible.