We Don't Grow Older, We Grow Riper.

If I Could Say This I Wouldn't Have To Paint.

I Paint The Way Someone Bites His Fingernails; For Me, Painting Is A Bad Habit Because I Don't Know Nor Can I Do Anything Else.

Cubism Is Not A Reality You Can Take In Your Hand. It's More Like A Perfume, In Front Of You, Behind You, To The Sides, The Scent Is Everywhere But You Don’t Quite Know Where It Comes From.

One Does A Whole Painting For One Peach And People Think Just The Opposite - That Particular Peach Is But A Detail.

Forcing Yourself To Use Restricted Means Is The Sort Of Restraint That Liberates Invention. It Obliges You To Make A Kind Of Progress That You Can't Even Imagine In Advance.