An empty canvas is a living wonder... far lovelier than certain pictures.

An empty canvas is a living wonder.. far lovelier than certain pictures.

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.

Our epoch is a time of tragic collision between matter and spirit and of the downfall of the purely material world view.

Each color lives by its mysterious life.

Those [things] that we encounter for the first time immediately have a spiritual effect upon us. A child, for whom every object is new, experiences the world in this way: it sees light, is attracted by it, wants to grasp it, burns its finger in the process, and thus learns fear and respect for the flame.