Can My Words Distill For You A

Can My Words Distill For You A Little Sweetness, Tender And Caressing?

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

I Am A Little Jew Of Vitebsk. All That I Paint, All That I Do, All That I Am, Is Just The Little Jew Of Vitebsk.

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

Changes In Societal Structure And In Art Would Possess More Credibility If They Had Their Origins In The Soul And Spirit. If People Read The Words Of The Prophets With Closer Attention, They Would Find The Keys To Life.