Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind,

If I Create From The Heart, Nearly Everything Works; If From The Head, Almost Nothing.

All Colors Are The Friends Of Their Neighbors And The Lovers Of Their Opposites.

In The Arts, As In Life, Everything Is Possible Provided It Is Based On Love.

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.