When The Color Achieves Richness, The Form

The Awareness Of Our Own Strength Makes Us Modest.

Time And Reflection... Modify, Little By Little, Our Vision, And At Last Comprehension Comes To Us.

When I Judge Art, I Take My Painting And Put It Next To A God Made Object Like A Tree Or Flower. If It Clashes, It Is Not Art.

Everything Vanishes, Falls Apart, Doesn't It? Nature Is Always The Same But Nothing In Her That Appears To Us Lasts. Our Art Must Render The Thrill Of Her Permanence, Along With Her Elements, The Appearance Of All Her Changes. It Must Give Us A Taste Of Her Eternity.

I Wish To Die Painting.