Work To Perfect The Mind. There Is

I Do Not Think My Painting Has Ever Been Revolutionary. It Was Not Directed Against Any Kind Of Painting. I Have Never Wanted To Prove That I Was Right And Someone Else Wrong.

Work To Perfect The Mind. There Is No Certitude But In What The Mind Conceives.

Colour Could Give Rise To Sensations Which Would Interfere With Our Conception Of Space.

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

In A Painting, What Counts Is The Unexpected.