I Adore The Theater And

All Colors Are The Friends Of Their Neighbors And The Lovers Of Their Opposites.

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?

If A Symbol Should Be Discovered In A Painting Of Mine, It Was Not My Intention. It Is A Result I Did Not Seek. It Is Something That May Be Found Afterwards, And Which Can Be Interpreted According To Taste.