Creation Is The Artist's True

My Pictures Are Made Up Of Four Or Five Colors That Collide With One Another.

When A Painting Is Finished, It's Like A New Born Child, And The Artist Himself Must Have Time For Understanding. How Then Do You Expect An Amateur To Understand That Which The Artist Dos Not Yet Comprehend.

Love Wants To Rise, Not To Be Held Down By Anything Base... He Who Loves Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; He Is Free And Nothing Holds Him Back. Derive Happiness From Yourself, From A Good Day's Work, From The Clearing That It Makes In The Fog That Surrounds Us.

A Certain Color Tones You Up. It's The Concentration Of Timbres.

Drawing Is . . . Not An Exercise Of Particular Dexterity, But Above All A Means Of Expressing Intimate Feelings And Moods.