A Certain Color Tones You Up. It's

I Dream Of An Art Of Balance, Of Quietness, Something Analogous To A Good Armchair.

The Splitting Up Of Color [as Impressionists Did] Brought The Splitting Up Of Form And Contour . . . Everything Is Reduced To A Mere Sensation Of The Retina, But One Which Destroys All Tranquility Of Surface And Contour. Objects Are Differentiated Only By The Luminosity That Is Given Them.

Cutting Straight Into Color Reminds Me Of The Direct Carving Of The Sculptor.

The Things That Are Acquired Consciously Permit Us To Express Ourselves Unconsciously With A Certain Richness.

I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends.