The More Abstract Is Form,

Color Is The Keyboard, The Eyes Are The Harmonies, The Soul Is The Piano With Many Strings. The Artist Is The Hand That Plays, Touching One Key Or Another, To Cause Vibrations In The Soul.

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.

An Empty Canvas, Apparently Really Empty, That Says Nothing And Is Without Significance – Almost Dull, In Fact – In Reality, Is Crammed With Thousands Of Undertone Tensions And Full Of Expectancy. Slightly Apprehensive Lest It Should Be Outraged.

The Artist Is The Hand That, By Touching This Or That Key, Sets The Soul Vibrating Automatically.

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