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From The Moment I Held The Box Of Colors In My Hands, I Knew This Was My Life. I Threw Myself Into It Like A Beast That Plunges Towards The Thing It Loves.

An Artist Must Possess Nature. He Must Identify Himself With Her Rhythm, By Efforts That Will Prepare The Mastery Which Will Later Enable Him To Express Himself In His Own Language.

Slowly I Discovered The Secret Of My Art. It Consists Of A Meditation On Nature, On The Expression Of A Dream Which Is Always Inspired By Reality. With More Involvement And Regularity, I Learned To Push Each Study In A Certain Direction. Little By Little The Notion That Painting Is A Means Of Expression Asserted Itself, And That One Can Express The Same Thing In Several Ways. Exactitude Is Not Truth, Delacroix Liked To Say.

I Have Simply Wished To Assert The Reasoned And Independent Feeling Of My Own Individuality Within A Total Knowledge Of Tradition.

A New Painting Is A Unique Event, A Birth, Which Enriches The Universe As It Is Grasped By The Human Mind, By Bringing A New Form Into It.