It Is With Color That

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

It Is Not Enough To Place Colors, However Beautiful, One Beside The Other; Colors Must Also React On One Another. Otherwise, You Have Cacophony.

The Arts Have A Development Which Comes Not Only From The Individual But Also From A Whole Acquired Force, The Civilization Which Precedes Us. One Cannot Do Just Anything. A Talented Artist Cannot Do Whatever He Pleases. If He Only Used His Gifts, He Would Not Exist. We Are Not The Masters Of What We Produce. It Is Imposed On Us.

It Would Be A Mistake To Ascribe This Creative Power To An Inborn Talent. In Art, The Genius Creator Is Not Just A Gifted Being, But A Person Who Has Succeeded In Arranging For Their Appointed End, A Complex Of Activities, Of Which The Work Is The Outcome. The Artist Begins With A Vision — A Creative Operation Requiring An Effort. Creativity Takes Courage.

When An Artist Or Student Draws A Nude Figure With Painstaking Care, The Result Is Drawing, And Not Emotion.