Imagination Is Merely The Exploitation Of Our

How Many Days Have I Spent Alone With My Cat... And When I Say Alone, I Mean Without A Material Being, For My Cat Is A Mystical Companion, A Spirit.

Speaking, When You Have Something To Say, Is Like Looking. But Who Looks? If People Could See Properly, And See Whole, They Would All Be Painters. And It's Because People Have No Idea How To Look That They Hardly Ever Understand.

The Expression On My Face - Who On Earth Would Be Interested In That? All That I Have To Say Is To Be Found In My Works. (on Being Photographed)

Imagination Is Merely The Exploitation Of Our Memory.

It Seemed To Me That It Was Possible To Translate Light, Forms, And Character Using Nothing But Color, Without Recourse To Values.