The Joy Of The Young

Look Out! Be On Your Guard, Because Alone Of All The Arts, Music Moves All Around You.

Art Is Science Made Flesh.

Commissions Suit Me. They Set Limits. Jean Marais Dared Me To Write Play In Which He Would Not Speak In The First Act, Would Weep For Joy In The Second And In The Last Would Fall Backward Down A Flight Of Stairs.

My Little Renoirs. Matisse Describes Having Seen Renoir Make These Tiny Canvases. When He Had Finished Working, He Would Use Up The Color Left In His Brushes On Them.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.