After leaving the Krakovian Academy in Poland for the United States in 1913, I made a few sketches with pen and ink. They were not careless doodles, but premeditated, decorative alignments where I paid careful attention to the flow of lines into one another. Improvisation did not please me, having broughti myself up in such discipline that had no room for carelessness and irresponsibility. Such forms regard as experiments.

Any pattern created by the Laws of Nature, such as those of viscosity, crystalogy, etc., invariably beautiful. When tar glides down a cement slope, it always is aesthetic; a trunk of cypress stripped of its branches could serve as a column for an architectural structure; if glass, melted, spills on the floor of the glass factory, its forms are ever beautiful. But when man makes a drawing or pattern, it is always ugly, unless he dares use his talent for Art.
I actually believe that everyone has a Talent, but few are bold enough to start in areas where they may excell because their minds rarely co-operate with their innate inclination. Outside of the daring few who develop Talents, only the insane can produce unintentionally beautiful drawings, for they serve their illogical impulses, hence are the expressionists of twisted minds prompted by the Natural Law of Pathology.
Though the adjacent drawing is meaningless, it has a certain beauty that was not intentionally gained, but is, since I bent the lines and thickened the where I desired, subject to a certain anatomically-related Law which governed me to make then There was no attempt at being philosophical or theoretical. Even if you turn this drawing upside down, it retains a certain beauty, as that of the line system in a tree or stone. The point to I made here is that no matter what you do in sculpture or painting, even if you know nothing about anatomy or proportions, do it slowly, compassionately... as if you were a brain surgeon, and the carefully done thing will be beautiful.

If your child were dying, and you were carried despair to run to God's Mother to speak ungrammatically, and you inched her cheek with muddy hand from falling, is the mark you leave on her face... dirty? Or is it the mark of your heart-break? You need not apologize when you speak in tears!