I Wish To Die Painting.

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

Drawing And Color Are By No Means Two Different Things. As You Paint, You Draw... When Color Is At Its Richest, Form Is At Its Fullest.

Keep Good Company - That Is, Go To The Louvre.

It Is Not About Painting Life, It Is About Making Painting Alive.