Hatred Is A Parasite That

From The Moment I Held The Box Of Colors In My Hands, I Knew This Was My Life. I Threw Myself Into It Like A Beast That Plunges Towards The Thing It Loves.

Do Remember That One Line Does Nothing; It Is Only In Relation To Another That It Creates A Volume.

The Things That Are Acquired Consciously Permit Us To Express Ourselves Unconsciously With A Certain Richness.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

There Are Wonderful Things In Jazz, The Improvisation, The Liveliness, The Being At One With The Audience.