When The Color Achieves Richness,

There Is A Logic Of Colors, And It Is With This Alone, And Not With The Logic Of The Brain, That The Painter Should Conform.

Everything Is About To Disappear. You've Got To Hurry Up If You Still Want To See Things.

The Painter Unfolds That Which Has Not Been Seen.

I Have To Keep Working, Not To Arrive At Finish, Which Arouses The Admiration Of Fools... I Must Seek Completion Only For The Pleasure Of Being Truer And More Knowing.

Art First Of All Is Optical. That's Where The Material Of Our Art Is: In What Our Eyes Think.