The Painting Is Finished When The Idea

I Realized That One Cannot Reveal Oneself Without Mannerism, Without Some Evident Trace Of One's Personality. But All The Same One Should Not Go Too Far In That Direction.

I Do Not Believe In Things. I Believe In Relationships.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.

I Find That It Is Important To Work Slowly. Anyone Who Looks At Such A Canvas Will Follow The Same Path The Artist Took, And He Will Experience That It Is The Path Which Counts More Than The Outcome Of It, And That The Route Taken Has Been The Most Interesting Part.

Out Of Limitations, New Forms Emerge