Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

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.

Progress In Art Does Not Consist In Reducing Limitations, But In Knowing Them Better.

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.