If I Think, Everything Is

When The Color Achieves Richness, The Form Attains Its Fullness Also.

There Is A Logic Of Colors, And It Is With This Alone, And Not With The Logic Of The Brain, That The Painter Should Conform.

I Am The Primitive Of The Method I Have Invented.

See How The Light Tenderly Love The Apricots, It Takes Them Over Completely, Enters Into Their Pulp, Light Them From All Sides! But It Is Miserly With The Peaches And Light Only One Side Of Them.

All My Life I Have Worked To Be Able To Earn My Living, But I Thought That One Could Do Good Painting Without Attracting Attention To One's Private Life. Certainly, An Artist Wishes To Raise Himself Intellectually As Much As Possible, But The Man Must Remain Obscure. The Pleasure Must Be Found In The Work.