The Principal Subject Is The

Imagination Is Merely The Exploitation Of Our Memory.

It Seemed To Me That It Was Possible To Translate Light, Forms, And Character Using Nothing But Color, Without Recourse To Values.

Art Is Not Nature... There Was A Lot More To Be Got Out Of Color.

How Many Days Have I Spent Alone With My Cat... And When I Say Alone, I Mean Without A Material Being, For My Cat Is A Mystical Companion, A Spirit.

A Painting That Is Well Composed Is Half Finished.