The Freer The Soul, The

Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind, And Only Secondarily A Problem Of Form.

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?

Only Love Interests Me, And I Am Only In Contact With Things That Revolve Around Love.

All Colors Are The Friends Of Their Neighbors And The Lovers Of Their Opposites.