...i Am Driven On By An Idea

I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

The Whole Arrangement Of My Picture Is Expressive. The Place Occupied By The Figures Or Objects, The Empty Spaces Around Them, The Proportions, Everything Plays A Part.

What's So Astonishing About Not Understanding? There Are So Many Things In Art, Beginning With Art Itself, That One Doesn't Understand. A Painter Doesn't See Everything That He Has Put In His Painting.

Truth And Reality In Art Do Not Arise Until You No Longer Understand What You Are Doing And Are Capable Of But Nevertheless Sense A Power That Grows In Proportion To Your Resistance.