My Nervous System Is Enfeebled,

It Took Me 40 Years To Find Out That Painting Is Not Sculpture.

I Allow No One To Touch Me.

With An Apple I Will Astonish Paris.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.

Sometimes I Imagine Colors As If They Were Living Ideas, Being Of Pure Reason With Which To Communicate. Nature Is Not On The Surface, It Is Deep Down.