Whoever Wishes To Devote Himself To Painting

Nothing Can Be Accomplished Without Love.

Would Not It Be Best To Leave Room To Mystery?

The Splitting Up Of Color [as Impressionists Did] Brought The Splitting Up Of Form And Contour . . . Everything Is Reduced To A Mere Sensation Of The Retina, But One Which Destroys All Tranquility Of Surface And Contour. Objects Are Differentiated Only By The Luminosity That Is Given Them.

It Has Always Bothered Me That I Don't Paint Like Everyone Else

My Curves Are Not Crazy.