I Was Driven On By.. A Force

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.

An Artist Must Possess Nature. He Must Identify Himself With Her Rhythm, By Efforts That Will Prepare The Mastery Which Will Later Enable Him To Express Himself In His Own Language.

Arrival = Prison, And The Artist Must Never Be A Prisoner.

What I Am After, Above All, Is Expression.

I'm Growing Old, I Delight In The Past.