I Dream Of An Art

In Love, The One Who Runs Away Is The Winner.

When I Put A Green, It Is Not Grass. When I Put A Blue, It Is Not The Sky.

I Cannot Copy Nature In A Servile Way; I Am Forced To Interpret Nature And Submit It To The Spirit Of The Picture. From The Relationship I Have Found In All The Tones There Must Result A Living Harmony Of Colors, A Harmony Analogous To That Of A Musical Composition.

Color, Even More Than Drawing, Is A Means Of Liberation.

My Curves Are Not Crazy.