Let Everything About You Breathe The Calm

Civilization Is What Makes You Sick.

By The Combination Of Lines And Colors, Under The Pretext Of Some Motif Taken From Nature, I Create Symphonies And Harmonies That Represent Nothing Absolutely Real In The Ordinary Sense Of The Word But Are Intended To Give Rise To Thoughts As Music Does.

My Eyes Close And Uncomprehendingly See The Dream In The Infinite Space That Stretches Away, Elusive, Before Me.

Having The Certitude Of A Succession Of Days... Equally Free And Beautiful, Peace Descends On Me.

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