The Artist Is The Hand

The Artist Must Have Something To Say, For Mastery Over Form Is Not His Goal But Rather The Adapting Of Form To Its Inner Meaning.

The Nightmare Of Materialism, Which Has Turned The Life Of The Universe Into An Evil, Useless Game, Is Not Yet Past; It Holds The Awakening Soul Still In Its Grip.

I Let Myself Go. I Thought Little Of The Houses And Trees, But Applied Colour Stripes And Spots To The Canva... Within Me Sounded The Memory Of Early Evening In Moscow, Before My Eyes Was The Strong, Colour-saturated Scale Of The Munich Light And Atmosphere, Which Thundered Deeply In The Shadows.

Absolute Green Is The Most Restful Color, Lacking Any Undertone Of Joy, Grief, Or Passion. On Exhausted Men This Restfulness Has A Beneficial Effect, But After A Time It Becomes Tedious.

Black Is Like The Silence Of The Body After Death, The Close Of Life.