The Observer Must Learn To Look At

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.

Colors Produce A Spiritual Vibration, The Impression They Create Is Important Only As A Step Towards This Vibration.

Painting Took On A Fabulous Strength And Splendor; The Object Was Discredited As An Indispensable Element Of The Picture.

The Deeper The Blue Becomes, The More Strongly It Calls Man Towards The Infinite, Awakening In Him A Desire For The Pure And, Finally, For The Supernatural The Brighter It Becomes, The More It Loses Its Sound, Until It Turns Into Silent Stillness And Becomes White.

Art Is Not Vague Production, Transitory And Isolated, But A Power Which Must Be Directed To The Improvement And Refinement Of The Human Soul.