I Am Unable To Make

I've Been Forty Years Discovering That The Queen Of All Colors Is Black.

Truth And Reality In Art Begin At The Point Where The Artist Ceases To Understand What He Is Doing And Capable Of Doing - Yet Feels In Himself A Force That Becomes Steadily Stronger... And More Concentrated.

Would Not It Be Best To Leave Room To Mystery?

You Study, You Learn, But You Guard The Original Naivete. It Has To Be Within You, As Desire For Drink Is Within The Drunkard Or Love Is Within The Lover.

Exactitude Is Not Truth. [fr., L'exactitude N'est Pas La Verite.]