He Who Loves, Flies, Runs, And Rejoices;

Cezanne, You See, Is A Sort Of God Of Painting.

If People Knew What Matisse, Supposedly The Painter Of Happiness, Had Gone Through, The Anguish And Tragedy He Had To Overcome To Manage To Capture That Light Which Has Never Left Him, If People Knew All That, They Would Also Realize That This Happiness, This Light, This Dispassionate Wisdom Which Seems To Be Mine, Are Sometimes Well-deserved, Given The Severity Of My Trials.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance.

What Interests Me Most Is Neither Still Life Nor Landscape, But The Human Figure.

A Picture Must Possess A Real Power To Generate Light And For A Long Time Now I've Been Conscious Of Expressing Myself Through Light Or Rather In Light.