An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
I've handled colour as a man should behave. You may conclude that I consider ethics and aesthetics as one.
The lawyer has not reached the height of his vocation who does not find therein... scope for a peculiar but genuine artistic function.
Man needs colour to live; it's just as necessary an element as fire and water.
Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.
Color is an intense experience on its own.
It's not about doing over the living room of someone who has bad taste in color. This is about restoring historic buildings and instilling pride in a community, which can be done through designing new public spaces and social gathering spots.
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
The soul is dyed with the color of its leisure thoughts.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.