Art Must Be An Expression Of Love

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

What A Genius, That Picasso. It Is A Pity He Doesn't Paint.

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It - A Rock, A Flower, The Branch Of A Tree Or My Hand - As A Final Test. If The Painting Stands Up Beside A Thing Man Cannot Make, The Painting Is Authentic. If There's A Clash Between The Two, It's Bad Art.

All Our Interior World Is Reality, And That, Perhaps, More So Than Our Apparent World.