An Artist Is An Explorer.

The Splitting Up Of Color [as Impressionists Did] Brought The Splitting Up Of Form And Contour . . . Everything Is Reduced To A Mere Sensation Of The Retina, But One Which Destroys All Tranquility Of Surface And Contour. Objects Are Differentiated Only By The Luminosity That Is Given Them.

The Essential Thing Is To Spring Forth, To Express The Bolt Of Lightning One Senses Upon Contact With A Thing. The Function Of The Artist Is Not To Translate An Observation But To Express The Shock Of The Object On His Nature; The Shock, With The Original Reaction.

Slowly I Discovered The Secret Of My Art. It Consists Of A Meditation On Nature, On The Expression Of A Dream Which Is Always Inspired By Reality. With More Involvement And Regularity, I Learned To Push Each Study In A Certain Direction. Little By Little The Notion That Painting Is A Means Of Expression Asserted Itself, And That One Can Express The Same Thing In Several Ways. Exactitude Is Not Truth, Delacroix Liked To Say.

My Models, My Human Figures, Are Never Like Extras In An Interior. They Are The Main Theme Of My Work. I Depend Absolutely On My Model.

...the More A Picture Has To Give, The Greater It Is.