I Was Driven On By..

I Dream Of An Art Of Balance, Of Quietness, Something Analogous To A Good Armchair.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

A Young Painter Who Cannot Liberate Himself From The Influence Of Past Generations Is Digging His Own Grave.

Starting To Paint, I Felt Gloriously Free, Quiet, And Alone.

When I Paint Green, It Doesn't Mean Grass; When I Paint Blue, It Doesn't Mean Sky.