In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When

Truth And Reality In Art Begin At The Point Where The Artist Ceases To Understand What He Is Doing And Capable Of Doing - Yet Feels In Himself A Force That Becomes Steadily Stronger... And More Concentrated.

Precision Is Not Reality

Love Wants To Rise, Not To Be Held Down By Anything Base... He Who Loves Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; He Is Free And Nothing Holds Him Back. Derive Happiness From Yourself, From A Good Day's Work, From The Clearing That It Makes In The Fog That Surrounds Us.

I Never Retouch A Sketch: I Take A Canvas The Same Size, As I May Change The Composition Somewhat. But I Always Strive To Give The Same Feeling, While Carrying It On Further.

If People Knew What Matisse, Supposedly The Painter Of Happiness, Had Gone Through, The Anguish And Tragedy He Had To Overcome To Manage To Capture That Light Which Has Never Left Him, If People Knew All That, They Would Also Realize That This Happiness, This Light, This Dispassionate Wisdom Which Seems To Be Mine, Are Sometimes Well-deserved, Given The Severity Of My Trials.