I Waited For The Idea

All Of A Sudden I Had The Revelation Of How Enchanting My Pond Was.

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment. To Such An Extent Indeed That One Day, Finding Myself At The Deathbed Of A Woman Who Had Been And Still Was Very Dear To Me, I Caught Myself In The Act Of Focusing On Her Temples And Automatically Analyzing The Succession Of Appropriately Graded Colors Which Death Was Imposing On Her Motionless Face.

I Get Madder And Madder On Giving Back What I Feel.

It's Enough To Drive You Crazy, Trying To Depict The Weather, The Atmosphere, The Ambience.

Everyone Discusses My Art And Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand, When It Is Simply Necessary To Love.