When It Is Dark, It Seems To

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

Never, Even As A Child, Would I Bend To A Rule.

The Richness I Achieve Comes From Nature, The Source Of My Inspiration.

I Let A Good Many Mistakes Show Through When Fixing My Sensations. It Will Always Be The Same And This Is What Makes Me Despair.

The Real Subject Of Every Painting Is Light.