Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

I Find That It Is Important To Work Slowly. Anyone Who Looks At Such A Canvas Will Follow The Same Path The Artist Took, And He Will Experience That It Is The Path Which Counts More Than The Outcome Of It, And That The Route Taken Has Been The Most Interesting Part.

When One Reaches This State Of Harmony Between Things And One's Self, One Reaches A State Of Perfect Freedom And Peace-which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Becomes Perpetual Revelation.

Limited Means Often Constitute The Charm And Force Of Primitive Painting. Extension, On The Contrary, Leads The Arts To Decadence.

In A Painting, What Counts Is The Unexpected.

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.