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I Am Curious About Color As One Would Be Visiting A New Country, Because I Have Never Concentrated So Closely On Color Expression. Up To Now I Have Waited At The Gates Of The Temple.

Perhaps I Might Be Satisfied, Momentarily, With A Work Finished At One Sitting, But I Would Soon Get Bored Looking At It; Therefore, I Prefer To Continue Working On It So That Later I May Recognize It As A Work Of My Mind.

Everything That We See In Our Daily Lives Is More Or Less Distorted By Acquired Habits And This Is Perhaps More Evident In An Age Like Ours When Cinema Posters And Magazines Present Us Every Day With A Flood Of Ready-made Images Which Are To The Eye What Prejudices Are To The Mind. The Effort To See Things Without Distortion Demands A Kind Of Courage; And This Courage Is Essential To The Artist, Who Has To Look At Everything As Though He Were Seeing It For The First Time.

Arrival = Prison, And The Artist Must Never Be A Prisoner.

Color Exists In Itself, Possessing Its Own Beauty.