In this painting, I was in fact in quest for a certain hour, which was and which remains always the most beautiful hour of the day in Moscow. The sun is already low and has reached its highest force, which it has searched all the day, to which it has aspired all the day. [:] The sun dissolves all Moscow in a spot which, as a frenzied tuba, makes entered into vibration all the inner being, the whole soul. [:] Rendering this hour seemed the biggest, the most impossible of the happiness for an artist. These impressions renewed every sunny day. They brought me a joy which shattered me until the bottom of the soul, and which reached until ecstasy.

The world is full of resonances. It constitutes a cosmos of things exerting a spiritual action. The dead matter is a living spirit.

The geometric line is an invisible thing. It is the track made by the moving point; that is, its product. It is created by movement - specifically through the …

Art, like love, has a fine detail to it. You need to know exactly what is going on.

He is the happy wanderer, who goes, Singing upon the way, with eyes awake To every scene, with ears alert to take The sweetness of all sounds; who loves and kn…

So living Nature, not dull Art, Shall plan my ways and rule my heart.

Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.