When I look at what I have pinned up on my studio wall — torn-out reproductions, catalogs or little flyers — the originals are all on canvas, whether it's Titian, Vuillard or Whistler.
The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.
