The Composition Is The Organized

Efforts To Revive The Art Principles Of The Past At Best Produce Works Of Art That Resemble A Stillborn Child.

When I Was Thirteen Or Fourteen I Bought A Paintbox With Oil Paints From Money Slowly Saved Up. The Feeling I Had At The Time - Or Better - The Experience Of Color Coming Slowly Out Of The Tube - Is With Me To This Day.

The True Work Of Art Is Born From The 'artist': A Mysterious, Enigmatic, And Mystical Creation. It Detaches Itself From Him, It Acquires An Autonomous Life, Becomes A Personality, An Independent Subject, Animated With A Spiritual Breath, The Living Subject Of A Real Existence Of Being.

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 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.