I Advance All Of My

Pure Drawing Is An Abstraction. Drawing And Colour Are Not Distinct, Everything In Nature Is Coloured.

Nature Is More Depth Than Surface, The Colours Are The Expressions On The Surface Of This Depth; They Rise Up From The Roots Of The World.

Sometimes I Imagine Colors As If They Were Living Ideas, Being Of Pure Reason With Which To Communicate. Nature Is Not On The Surface, It Is Deep Down.

I Should Have Wished To Possess The Intellectual Equilibrium That Characterizes You And Permits You To Achieve Without Fail The Desired End... Chance Has Not Favoured Me With An Equal Self-assurance, It Is The Only Regret I Have About Things Of This Earth.

The Landscape Becomes Human, Becomes A Thinking, Living Being Within Me. I Become One With My Picture...we Merge In An Iridescent Chaos.