But nobody is visually naive any longer. We are cluttered with images, and only abstract art can bring us to the threshold of the divine.

It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one’s arms again.

A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token. It is therefore risky to send it out into the world. How often it...