I Adore The Theater And I Am

Art Seems To Me To Be Above All A State Of Soul.

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

All Our Interior World Is Reality, And That, Perhaps, More So Than Our Apparent World.

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.

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