The Contour Eludes Me.

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.

There Is No Light Painting Or Dark Painting, But Simply Relations Of Tones.

Shut Your Eyes, Wait, Think Of Nothing. Now, Open Them ... One Sees Nothing But A Great Coloured Undulation. What Then? An Irradiation And Glory Of Colour. This Is What A Picture Should Give Us ... An Abyss In Which The Eye Is Lost, A Secret Germination, A Coloured State Of Grace ... Loose Conciousness. Descend With The Painter Into The Dim Tangled Roots Of Things, And Rise Again From Them In Colours, Be Steeped In The Light Of Them.

The Painter Unfolds That Which Has Not Been Seen.

I Ask You To Pray For Me, For Once Age Has Overtaken Us, We Find Consolation Only In Religion.