Why Work? The Gods Are There To

By The Combination Of Lines And Colors, Under The Pretext Of Some Motif Taken From Nature, I Create Symphonies And Harmonies That Represent Nothing Absolutely Real In The Ordinary Sense Of The Word But Are Intended To Give Rise To Thoughts As Music Does.

Stay Firmly In Your Path And Dare; Be Wild Two Hours A Day!

Oh Mysterious World... I Have Become Better For Having Understood And Having Loved Thy Human Soul - A Flower Which Has Ceased To Bloom And Whose Fragrance No One Henceforth Will Breathe.

Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of Your Soul When You Painted The Picture Which You Are Now Trying To Dispose Of.

Silence! I Am Learning To Know The Silence Of A Tahitian Night.