Art Is An Escape From Reality.

Don't Wait For Inspiration. It Comes While One Is Working.

When I Put A Green, It Is Not Grass. When I Put A Blue, It Is Not The Sky.

The Sign Is Determined At The Moment I Use It And For The Object Of Which It Must Form A Part. For This Reason I Cannot Determine In Advance Signs Which Never Change, And Which Would Be Like Writing: That Would Paralyze The Freedom Of My Invention.

Derive Happiness In Oneself From A Good Day's Work, From Illuminating The Fog That Surrounds Us.

I Am Curious About Color As One Would Be Visiting A New Country, Because I Have Never Concentrated So Closely On Color Expression. Up To Now I Have Waited At The Gates Of The Temple.