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Cold Exactitude Is Not Art; Ingenious Artifice, When It Pleases Or When It Expresses, Is Art Itself.

I Live In Company With A Body, A Silent Companion, Exacting And Eternal.

One Must Learn To Be Grateful For One's Own Findings.

What Is Real For Me Are The Illusions I Create With My Paintings. Everything Else Is Quicksand.

Draughtsmen May Be Made, But Colourists Are Born.