Kelly exists in everything he has created. He does not exist on the surface through some reflection of his physical appearance, but is much more profound. It can be said that after capturing its initial tremor in nature, he has presented himself to us as a whole: those ciliate nets that flutter under the water, weathered into powder peaks, growing plants. He can give images to things that have no outline, things that have escaped, things that have passed: flowers, waves, smoke. Today, he may be the only painter who can paint the sky full of life without impressionism. He wrote of the sky as he saw it lying on the grass in sunshine and sunshine.