On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

In The Arts, As In Life, Everything Is Possible Provided It Is Based On Love.

Color Is Everything. When Color Is Right, Form Is Right.

Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.