The Words of Walter Anderson
I made a drawing of the bittern nest while the flies stung; later a watercolor under my boat while the rain poured. Such is the life of an artist who prefers nature to art –– he really should cultivate his art more but feels it will take care of itself if it has things to feed upon.
Art is incredible stuff –– not for itself, but in changing the artist’s relation to other things––perspective.
One single beautiful image is practically inexhaustible––man is a wasteful fool.
He who would catch my thoughts must have a net with a long handle.
In order to realize the beauty of man, we must realize his relation to nature.
I am continually arriving from some strange place and everything I see is new and strange.
