A Certain Blue Enters Your Soul

Color Exists In Itself, Possessing Its Own Beauty.

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.

The Truly Original Artist Invents His Own Signs.

Color, Even More Than Drawing, Is A Means Of Liberation.

All That Is Not Useful In A Picture Is Detrimental. A Work Of Art Must Be Harmonious In Its Entirety; For Superfluous Details Would, In The Mind Of The Beholder, Encroach Upon The Essential Elements.