The Freer The Soul, The More Abstract

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.

Color Is Everything. When Color Is Right, Form Is Right.

In The Arts, As In Life, Everything Is Possible Provided It Is Based On Love.

What I Mean By 'abstract' Is Something Which Comes To Life Spontaneously Through A Gamut Of Contrasts, Plastic At The Same Time As Psychic, And Pervades Both The Picture And The Eye Of The Spectator With Conceptions Of New And Unfamiliar Elements.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.