I Would Kiss You, Had I The

There Is No Symmetry In Nature. One Eye Is Never Exactly The Same As The Other.

Insults Are Pouring Down On Me As Thick As Hail.

Every New Painting Is Like Throwing Myself Into The Water Without Knowing How To Swim.

There Are No Lines In Nature, Only Areas Of Colour, One Against Another.

I Paint As I Feel Like Painting; To Hell With All Their Studies.