There Is No Such Thing As An

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

An Art Which Isn't Based On Feeling Isn't An Art At All... Feeling Is The Principle, The Beginning And The End; Craft, Objective, Technique - All These Are In The Middle.

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read.

Is It The Factitious And The Conventional That Most Surely Succeed On Earth And In The Course Of Life?

There Is No Model, There Is Only Color.