I Say That Whoever Claims To Have

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment.

Despite My Exhaustion I Have A Devil Of A Time Getting To Sleep Because Of The Rats Above My Bed And A Pig Who Lives Beneath My Room.

I've Always Refused Requests Even From Friends To Employ A Technique I Know Nothing About.

I'm In Fine Fettle And Fired With A Desire To Paint.

The Effect Of Sincerity Is To Give One's Work The Character Of A Protest. The Painter, Being Concerned Only With Conveying His Impression, Simply Seeks To Be Himself And No One Else.