To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation

It Has Always Bothered Me That I Don't Paint Like Everyone Else

If People Knew What Matisse, Supposedly The Painter Of Happiness, Had Gone Through, The Anguish And Tragedy He Had To Overcome To Manage To Capture That Light Which Has Never Left Him, If People Knew All That, They Would Also Realize That This Happiness, This Light, This Dispassionate Wisdom Which Seems To Be Mine, Are Sometimes Well-deserved, Given The Severity Of My Trials.

In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When One No Longer Understands What One Is Doing Or What One Knows, And When There Remains An Energy That Is All The Stronger For Being Constrained, Controlled And Compressed.

A Rapid Rendering Of A Landscape Represents Only One Moment Of Its Existence. I Prefer, By Insisting Upon Its Essential Character, To Risk Losing Charm In Order To Gain Greater Stability.