Art Must Be An Expression Of Love

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind, And Only Secondarily A Problem Of Form.

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.

On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be True.

I Am A Little Jew Of Vitebsk. All That I Paint, All That I Do, All That I Am, Is Just The Little Jew Of Vitebsk.