An Artist Must Not Feel Under Any

The Splitting Up Of Color [as Impressionists Did] Brought The Splitting Up Of Form And Contour . . . Everything Is Reduced To A Mere Sensation Of The Retina, But One Which Destroys All Tranquility Of Surface And Contour. Objects Are Differentiated Only By The Luminosity That Is Given Them.

I'm Growing Old, I Delight In The Past.

Beauty Comes From The Balance Between Two And Three Dimensions, Between Abstraction And Representation - I Seek The Equilibrium Behind Changing Appearances.

A Certain Blue Enters Your Soul

A Young Painter Who Cannot Liberate Himself From The Influence Of Past Generations Is Digging His Own Grave.