I Do Not Believe In Objects. I

To Define A Thing Is To Substitute The Definition For The Thing Itself.

Colour Acts Simultaneously With Form, But Has Nothing To Do With Form.

Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.

Once An Object Has Been Incorporated In A Picture It Accepts A New Destiny.