Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

I've Always Painted Pictures In Which Human Love Floods My Colors.

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.

Mine Alone Is The Country Of My Soul.

Color Is All. When Color Is Right, Form Is Right. Color Is Everything, Color Is Vibration Like Music; Everything Is Vibration.