One day I happened to be on the platform of a violet bus.
There was a rather ridiculous young man on it–indigo neck, cord round his hat.
All of a sudden, he started to remonstrate with a blue man.
He charged him in particular, in a green voice, with jostling him every time anybody got off. Having said this, he rushed headlong towards a yellow seat and sat down on it.
Two hours later I saw him in front of an orange-colored station.
He was with a friend who was advising him to have another button put on his red overcoat.
To raise our eyes and to make them roll all around in a world that was made to be observed, analyzed, studied, discovered; and then again to be modelled, sculpted, drawn.
To be lived! For God’s sake, is there anything better than watching a butterflie resting upon a…
The impermanence of a rose, its scent, the mutating of forms, the life cycle.
Here is the leading idea of the day: to immediately find the mechanic which transforms the thoughts into manual action.. the intelligence of hands!
And then again the composition, the ordering of all elements: harmony, melody, counterpoint.
Here we are. Now the most important challenge is to have your project realized on a textile backing, the most suitable for the aim, your “project”. Exercise in style.. everyday particular.