Soyez amoureuses vous serez heureuses - Paul Gauguin

Thanks to our cinctures and corsets we have succeeded in making an artificial being out of woman. She is an anomaly, and Nature herself, obedient to the laws of heredity, aids us in complicating and enervating her. We carefully keep her in a state of nervous weakness and muscular inferiority, and in guarding her from fatigue, we take away from her possibilities of development. Thus modeled on a bizarre ideal of slenderness to which, strangely enough, we continue to adhere, our women have nothing in common with us, and this, perhaps, may not be without grave moral and social disadvantages.

..color being enigmatic in itself.. ..then to be logical we cannot use it any other way than enigmatically..

Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?