In Spite Of Everything, I Shall Rise

I Try More And More To Be Myself, Caring Relatively Little Whether People Approve Or Disapprove.

It Is Not The Language Of Painters But The Language Of Nature Which One Should Listen To, The Feeling For The Things Themselves, For Reality Is More Important Than The Feeling For Pictures.

Often Whole Days Pass Without My Speaking To Anyone, Except To Ask For Diner Or Coffee. And It Has Been Like That Form The Beginning.

To Express A Marriage Of Two Complementary Colors, Their Mingling And Their Opposition, The Mysterious Vibrations Of Kindred Tones.

How Can I Be Useful, Of What Service Can I Be? There Is Something Inside Me, What Can It Be?