I Try To Apply Colors Like Words

I Throw Down The Gauntlet To Chance. For Example, I Prepare The Ground For A Picture By Cleaning My Brush Over The Canvas. Spilling A Little Turpentine Can Also Be Helpful.

I Begin My Pictures Under The Effect Of A Shock Which I Feel And Which Makes Me Escape From Reality... I Need A Point Of Departure, Even If It's Only A Speck Of Dust Or A Flash Of Light.

A Simple Line Painted With The Brush Can Lead To Freedom And Happiness.

The Picture Should Be Fecund. It Must Bring A World To Birth.

What I Will No Longer Accept Is The Mediocre Life Of A Modest Little Gentleman.