Out Of Limitations, New Forms Emerge

To Explain Away The Mystery Of A Great Painting - If Such A Feat Were Possible - Would Do Irreparable Harm... If There Is No Mystery, Then There Is No Poetry, The Quality I Value Above All Else In Art.

I Am Interposing Overlaid Planes A Short Way Off... To Make It Understood That Things Are In Front Of Each Other Instead Of Being Scattered In Space.

Colour Could Give Rise To Sensations Which Would Interfere With Our Conception Of Space.

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

Work To Perfect The Mind. There Is No Certitude But In What The Mind Conceives.