Never Join An Organization.

The Space Between The Dish And The Pitcher, That I Paint Also.

One Has To Arrive At A Specific Temperature, At Which The Objects Become Malleable.

Out Of Limitations, New Forms Emerge

I Couldn't Portray A Women In All Her Natural Loveliness.. I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty, The Beauty That Appears To Me In Terms Of Volume Of Line, Of Mass, Of Weight, And Through That Beauty Interpret My Subjective Impression. Nature Is Mere A Pretext For Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art. I Want To Express The Absolute, Not Merely The Factitious Woman.

La Ve Rite Existe; On N'invente Que Le Mensonge. Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.