Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is

Art Is Polymorphic. A Picture Appears To Each Onlooker Under A Different Guise.

Nature Is A Mere Pretext For A Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art.

Out Of Limitations, New Forms Emerge

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

Whatever Is Valuable In Painting Is Precisely What One Is Incapable Of Talking About.