Color, Even More Than Drawing, Is A

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.

Ever Since There Have Been Men, Man Has Given Himself Over To Too Little Joy. That Alone, My Brothers, Is Our Original Sin. I Should Believe Only In A God Who Understood How To Dance.

Another Word For Creativity Is Courage.

Truth And Reality In Art Begin At The Point Where The Artist Ceases To Understand What He Is Doing And Capable Of Doing - Yet Feels In Himself A Force That Becomes Steadily Stronger... And More Concentrated.

Starting To Paint, I Felt Gloriously Free, Quiet, And Alone.