As Practice Makes Perfect, I Cannot But

Painting Is A Faith, And It Imposes The Duty To Disregard Public Opinion.

I Use Color In A Completely Arbitrary Way In Order To Express Myself Powerfully.

Great Things Are Not Something Accidental, But Must Certainly Be Willed.

I Don't Know If I Can Convey The Postman As I Feel Him... Unfortunately He Cannot Pose, And A Painting Demands An Intelligent Model.

I Began To Paint Again, Even Though I Could Barely Hold The Brush, But Knowing Exactly What I Wanted To Paint, I Began Three More Large Canvases... Of Large Wheat Fields Under Cloudy Skies, And It Did Not Take A Great Deal To Express Sadness And Loneliness... I Believe These Paintings Say What Words Cannot.