With Greater Completeness And Abstraction, I Have

A Painting In An Interior Spreads Joy Around It By The Colors, Which Calm Us.

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.

Hatred Is A Parasite That Devours All. One Doesn't Build Upon Hatred, But Upon Love.

Art Is An Escape From Reality.

Did Not The Artists Of The Great Age Of Japanese Art Change Names Many Times During Their Careers? I Like That; They Wanted To Safeguard Their Freedom.