All The Theories Mess You Up Inside.

The Day Is Coming When A Single Carrot, Freshly Observed, Will Set Off A Revolution.

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

See How The Light Tenderly Love The Apricots, It Takes Them Over Completely, Enters Into Their Pulp, Light Them From All Sides! But It Is Miserly With The Peaches And Light Only One Side Of Them.

I Allow No One To Touch Me.