I Do Not Believe In Things. I

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.

Painting Is A Nail To Which I Fasten My Ideas.

To Explain Away The Mystery Of A Great Painting - If Such A Feat Were Possible - Would Do Irreparable Harm... If There Is No Mystery, Then There Is No Poetry, The Quality I Value Above All Else In Art.

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

In Art There Is Only One Thing That Counts: The Bit That Cannot Be Explained.