It Is With Color That

Work Cures Everything.

In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When One No Longer Understands What One Is Doing Or What One Knows, And When There Remains An Energy That Is All The Stronger For Being Constrained, Controlled And Compressed.

I Don't Paint Women, I Paint Pictures. . . What I Am After Above All Is Expression. If In A Portrait I Put Eyes, A Nose, A Mouth, There Isn't Much Use; On The Contrary It Paralyses The Imagination Of The Spectator, And Obliges Us To See The Person In A Certain Way.

An Artist Must Possess Nature. He Must Identify Himself With Her Rhythm, By Efforts That Will Prepare The Mastery Which Will Later Enable Him To Express Himself In His Own Language.

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