Poetry Is To A Painting What Life

The Painting Is Finished When The Idea Has Disappeared.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

The Starting Point Of A Picture For Any Painter Is A Matter Of Colors And Form...i Believe That The Poetry Of Art - If That Is What One May Call It - Is A Matter Of Animating These Forms And Colors.

The Things That Picasso And I Said To One Another During Those Years Will Never Be Said Again, And Even If They Were, No One Would Understand Them Anymore. It Was Like Being Roped Together On A Mountain.

I Like The Rule That Corrects Emotion.