When I Paint Green, It

Truly, I'm Not Joking When I Thank My Lucky Stars For The Awful Operation I Had, Since It Has Made Me Young Again And Philosophical Which Means That I Don't Want To Fritter Away The New Lease On Life I've Been Given.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance.

From Bonheur De Vivre - I Was Thirty-five Then - To This Cut-out - I Am Eighty-two - I Have Not Changed; Not In The Way My Friends Mean Who Want To Compliment Me, No Matter What, On My Good Health, But Because All This Time I Have Looked For The Same Things, Which I Have Perhaps Realized By Different Means.

Impressionism Is The Newspaper Of The Soul.

Everything That We See In Our Daily Lives Is More Or Less Distorted By Acquired Habits And This Is Perhaps More Evident In An Age Like Ours When Cinema Posters And Magazines Present Us Every Day With A Flood Of Ready-made Images Which Are To The Eye What Prejudices Are To The Mind. The Effort To See Things Without Distortion Demands A Kind Of Courage; And This Courage Is Essential To The Artist, Who Has To Look At Everything As Though He Were Seeing It For The First Time.