When I Stand Before A Canvas, I

I Make No Distinction Between Poetry And Painting.

Painting Or Poetry Is Made As One Makes Love - A Total Embrace, Prudence Thrown To The Winds, Nothing Held Back.

Little By Little, I've Reached The Stage Of Using Only A Small Number Of Forms And Colors. It's Not The First Time That Painting Has Been Done With A Very Narrow Range Of Colors. The Frescoes Of The Tenth Century Are Painted Like This. For Me, They Are Magnificent Things.

The More I Work, The More I Want To Work.

The Painting Rises From The Brushstrokes As A Poem Rises From The Words. The Meaning Comes Later.