Color Transmits And Translates Emotion.

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.

The Word Compositon Moved Me Spiritually And I Made It My Aim In Life To Paint A Composition. It Affected Me Like A Prayer And Filled Me With Awe.

The Nightmare Of Materialism, Which Has Turned The Life Of The Universe Into An Evil, Useless Game, Is Not Yet Past; It Holds The Awakening Soul Still In Its Grip.

When I Was Thirteen Or Fourteen I Bought A Paintbox With Oil Paints From Money Slowly Saved Up. The Feeling I Had At The Time - Or Better - The Experience Of Color Coming Slowly Out Of The Tube - Is With Me To This Day.

I Applied Streaks And Blobs Of Colors Onto The Canvas With A Palette Knife, And I Made Them Sing With All The Intensity I Could.