The Wall Around The Window

Purer Colors... Have In Themselves, Independently Of The Objects They Serve To Express, A Significant Action On The Feelings Of Those Who Look At Them.

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 Am Unable To Make Any Distinction Between The Feeling I Get From Life And The Way I Translate That Feeling Into Painting.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

When I Started To Paint I Felt Transported Into A Kind Of Paradise... In Everyday Life I Was Usually Bored And Vexed... Starting To Paint I Felt Gloriously Free.