In my youth, I spent my time investigating insects.
The eyes are hammers.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
Colour is a power which directly influences the soul.
The true work of art is born from the 'artist': a mysterious, enigmatic, and mystical creation. It detaches itself from him, it acquires an autonomous life, becomes a personality, an independent subject, animated with a spiritual breath, the living subject of a real existence of being.
Of all the arts, abstract painting is the most difficult. It demands that you know how to draw well, that you have a heightened sensitivity for composition and for colors, and that you be a true poet. This last is essential.
Color provokes a psychic vibration. Color hides a power still unknown but real, which acts on every part of the human body.
Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith. . . . Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.
I thought Nixon was the worst President we had ever had, save only perhaps Andrew Johnson.
He that is conscious of guilt cannot bear the innocence of others:So they will try to reduce all others to their own level.
Pressure makes diamonds