All My Efforts Go Into Creating An

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.

Never Ruin A Good Painting With The Truth.

I Do Not Repudiate Any Of My Paintings But There Isn't One Of Them That I Would Not Redo Differently, If I Had It To Redo. My Destination Is Always The Same But I Work Out A Different Route To Get There.

It Has Bothered Me All My Life That I Do Not Paint Like Everybody Else.

Arrival = Prison, And The Artist Must Never Be A Prisoner.