The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb

The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb Is Born Knowing.

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

You Could Wonder For Hours What Flowers Mean, But For Me, They're Life Itself, In All Its Happy Brilliance. We Couldn't Do With Out Flowers. Flowers Help You Forget Life's Tragedies.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.