With Color One Obtains An Energy That

I Have Always Sought To Be Understood And, While I Was Taken To Task By Critics Or Colleagues, I Thought They Were Right, Assuming I Had Not Been Clear Enough To Be Understood. This Assumption Allowed Me To Work My Whole Life Without Hatred And Even Without Bitterness Toward Criticism, Regardless Of Its Source. I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends. Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

Color Was Not Given To Us In Order That We Should Imitate Nature. It Was Given To Us So That We Can Express Our Emotions.

To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

In The Beginning You Must Subject Yourself To The Influence Of Nature. You Must Be Able To Walk Firmly On The Ground Before You Start Walking On A Tightrope.

Art Should Be Something Like A Good Armchair In Which To Rest From Physical Fatigue.