Above All, An Artist Must Never Be

My Pictures Are Made Up Of Four Or Five Colors That Collide With One Another.

A Thimbleful Of Red Is Redder Than A Bucketful.

The Model For Me Is A Touchstone, It Is A Door Which I Must Break Open In Order To Reach The Garden In Which I Am Alone And Feel Good, Even The Model Exists Only For What Use I Can Make Of It.

The Wall Around The Window Does Not Create Two Worlds.

A New Painting Is A Unique Event, A Birth, Which Enriches The Universe As It Is Grasped By The Human Mind, By Bringing A New Form Into It.