Color Was Not Given To Us In

I Dream Of An Art Of Balance, Of Quietness, Something Analogous To A Good Armchair.

Did Not The Artists Of The Great Age Of Japanese Art Change Names Many Times During Their Careers? I Like That; They Wanted To Safeguard Their Freedom.

A Young Painter Who Cannot Liberate Himself From The Influence Of Past Generations Is Digging His Own Grave.

The Role Of The Artist, Like That Of The Scholar, Consists Of Seizing Current Truths Often Repeated To Him, But Which Will Take On New Meaning For Him And Which He Will Make His Own When He Has Grasped Their Deepest Significance.

I Didn't Expect To Recover From My Second Operation But Since I Did, I Consider That I'm Living On Borrowed Time. Every Day That Dawns Is A Gift To Me And I Take It In That Way. I Accept It Gratefully Without Looking Beyond It. I Completely Forget My Physical Suffering And All The Unpleasantness Of My Present Condition And I Think Only Of The Joy Of Seeing The Sun Rise Once More And Of Being Able To Work A Little Bit, Even Under Difficult Conditions.