My Pictures Are Made Up Of Four

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 Do Not Literally Paint That Table, But The Emotion It Produces Upon Me.

Purer Colors... Have In Themselves, Independently Of The Objects They Serve To Express, A Significant Action On The Feelings Of Those Who Look At Them.

There Are Flowers Everywhere, For Those Who Bother To Look.

The Artist Begins With A Vision - A Creative Operation Requiring An Effort.