Every Artist, As Child Of His Age,

Abstract Art Places A New World, Which On The Surface Has Nothing To Do With 'reality,' Next To The 'real' World.

Color Transmits And Translates Emotion.

Only Just Now Awakening After Years Of Materialism, Our Soul Is Still Infected With The Despair Born Of Unbelief, Of Lack Of Purpose And Aim.

It Should Not Be Forgotten That Art Is Not A Science Where The Latest 'correct' Theory Declares The Old To Be False And Erases It.

With Cold Eyes And Indifferent Mind The Spectators Regard The Work. Connoissers Admire The "skill" (as One Admires A Tightrope Walker), Enjoy The "quality Of Painting" (as One Enjoys A Pasty). But Hungry Souls Go Hungry Away. The Vulgar Herd Stroll Through The Rooms And Pronounce The Pictures "nice" Or "splendid." Those Who Could Speak Have Said Nothing, Those Who Could Hear Have Heard Nothing.