Poetry Is To A Painting What Life

There Is More Sensitivity In Technique Than In The Rest Of The Picture.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.

Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

Whatever Is In Common Is True; But Likeness Is False.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.