I Wouldn't Mind Turning Into A Vermilion

Slowly I Discovered The Secret Of My Art. It Consists Of A Meditation On Nature, On The Expression Of A Dream Which Is Always Inspired By Reality. With More Involvement And Regularity, I Learned To Push Each Study In A Certain Direction. Little By Little The Notion That Painting Is A Means Of Expression Asserted Itself, And That One Can Express The Same Thing In Several Ways. Exactitude Is Not Truth, Delacroix Liked To Say.

The Residuum Of Another's Expression Can Never Be Related To One's Own Feeling.

I've Been Forty Years Discovering That The Queen Of All Colors Is Black.

The Model For Me Is A Touchstone, It Is A Door Which I Must Break Open In Order To Reach The Garden In Which I Am Alone And Feel Good, Even The Model Exists Only For What Use I Can Make Of It.

I Never Retouch A Sketch: I Take A Canvas The Same Size, As I May Change The Composition Somewhat. But I Always Strive To Give The Same Feeling, While Carrying It On Further.