Colors Produce A Spiritual Vibration, The Impression

When I Was Thirteen Or Fourteen I Bought A Paintbox With Oil Paints From Money Slowly Saved Up. The Feeling I Had At The Time - Or Better - The Experience Of Color Coming Slowly Out Of The Tube - Is With Me To This Day.

The Joy Of Life Consists In The Inevitable, Continual Triumph Of New Values.

I Applied Streaks And Blobs Of Colors Onto The Canvas With A Palette Knife, And I Made Them Sing With All The Intensity I Could.

The Artist Must Be Blind To Distinction Between 'recognized' Or 'unrecognized' Conventions Of Form, Deaf To The Transitory Teaching And Demands Of His Particular Age.

The Artist Must Train Not Only His Eye But Also His Soul, So That It Can Weigh Colours In Its Own Scale And Thus Become A Determinant In Artistic Creation.