Art Is Either Plagiarism Or Revolution.

Color Which, Like Music, Is A Matter Of Vibrations, Reaches What Is Most General And Therefore Most Indefinable In Nature: Its Inner Power.

Art = A Mad Search For Individualism.

Without Delay I Began Work, Without Hesitation And All Of A Fever.

Perhaps I Have No Talent, But All Vanity Aside - I Do Not Believe That Anyone Makes An Artistic Attempt, No Matter How Small, Without Having A Little - Or There Are Many Fools.

Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?