A Critic In My House Sees Some

Art Is Either Plagiarism Or Revolution.

Sometimes People Accuse Me Of Being Incomprehensible Only Because They Look For An Explicative Side To My Pictures Which Is Not There.

Art Requires Philosophy, Just As Philosophy Requires Art. Otherwise, What Would Become Of Beauty?

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.