The Space Between The Dish

The Things That Picasso And I Said To One Another During Those Years Will Never Be Said Again, And Even If They Were, No One Would Understand Them Anymore. It Was Like Being Roped Together On A Mountain.

Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

Colour Could Give Rise To Sensations Which Would Interfere With Our Conception Of Space.

It Is Not Sufficient That What One Paints Should Be Made Visible. It Must Be Made Tangible.

I Like The Rule That Corrects Emotion.