If You See A Tree As Blue,

A Young Man Who Is Unable To Commit A Folly Is Already An Old Man.

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.

What Still Concerns Me The Most Is: Am I On The Right Track, Am I Making Progress, Am I Making Mistakes In Art?

Oh Yes! He Loved Yellow, This Good Vincent, This Painter From Holland - Those Glimmers Of Sunlight Rekindled His Soul, That Abhorred The Fog, That Needed The Warmth.

Look Closely At The Japanese; They Draw Admirably And Yet In Them You Will See Life Outdoors And In The Sun Without Shadows.