The Precision Of Naming Takes Away From

How Many Days Have I Spent Alone With My Cat... And When I Say Alone, I Mean Without A Material Being, For My Cat Is A Mystical Companion, A Spirit.

The Artist Who Paints The Emotions Creates An Enclosed World... The Picture... Which, Like A Book, Has The Same Interest No Matter Where It Happens To Be. Such An Artist, We May Imagine, Spends A Great Deal Of Time Doing Nothing But Looking, Both Around Him And Inside Him.

You Reason Colour More Than You Reason Drawing Colour Has A Logic As Severe As Form.

I Am Just Beginning To Understand What It Is To Paint. A Painter Should Have Two Lives, One In Which To Learn, And One In Which To Practice His Art.

It Is Still Color, It Is Not Yet Light.