To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

I Cannot Copy Nature In A Servile Way; I Am Forced To Interpret Nature And Submit It To The Spirit Of The Picture. From The Relationship I Have Found In All The Tones There Must Result A Living Harmony Of Colors, A Harmony Analogous To That Of A Musical Composition.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

Beauty Comes From The Balance Between Two And Three Dimensions, Between Abstraction And Representation - I Seek The Equilibrium Behind Changing Appearances.

My Choice Of Colors Does Not Rest On Any Scientific Theory, It Is Based On Observation, On Feeling, On The Experience Of My Sensibility.

Much Of The Beauty That Arises In Art Comes From The Struggle An Artist Wages With His Limited Medium.