Art Is Made To Trouble But Science

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

Out Of Limitations, New Forms Emerge

When One Reaches This State Of Harmony Between Things And One's Self, One Reaches A State Of Perfect Freedom And Peace-which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Becomes Perpetual Revelation.

The Painter Thinks In Terms Of Form And Color. The Goal Is Not To Be Concerned With The Reconstitution Of An Anecdotal Fact, But With Constitution Of A Pictorial Fact.

The Painting Is Finished When The Idea Has Disappeared.