Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance

Cutting Straight Into Color Reminds Me Of The Direct Carving Of The Sculptor.

I Shan't Get Free Of My Emotion By Copying The Tree Faithfully, Or By Drawing Its Leaves One By One In The Common Language, But Only After Identifying Myself With It.

The Role Of The Artist, Like That Of The Scholar, Consists Of Seizing Current Truths Often Repeated To Him, But Which Will Take On New Meaning For Him And Which He Will Make His Own When He Has Grasped Their Deepest Significance.

I Didn't Expect To Recover From My Second Operation But Since I Did, I Consider That I'm Living On Borrowed Time. Every Day That Dawns Is A Gift To Me And I Take It In That Way. I Accept It Gratefully Without Looking Beyond It. I Completely Forget My Physical Suffering And All The Unpleasantness Of My Present Condition And I Think Only Of The Joy Of Seeing The Sun Rise Once More And Of Being Able To Work A Little Bit, Even Under Difficult Conditions.

An Artist Is An Explorer. He Has To Begin By Self-discovery And By Observation Of His Own Procedure. After That He Must Not Feel Under Any Constraint.