The True Artist Regards His

A Mountain Seen In The Haze Of Distance Must Nevertheless Look A Solid Heavy Mountain.

Art Is An Outsider, A Gypsy Over The Face Of The Earth.

The More Simply You See, The More Simply You Will Render. People See Too Much, Scatteringly.

Beauty Is An Intangible Thing; Can Not Be Fixed On The Surface, And The Wear And Tear Of Old Age On The Body Cannot Defeat It. Nor Will A "pretty" Face Make It, For "pretty" Faces Are Often Dull And Empty, And Beauty Is Never Dull And It Fills All Spaces.

In Every Human Being There Is The Artist, And Whatever His Activity, He Has An Equal Chance With Any To Express The Result Of His Growth And His Contact With Life. I Don't Believe Any Real Artist Cares Whether What He Does Is 'art' Or Not. Who, After All, Knows What Art Is?