My Models, My Human Figures, Are Never

Much Of The Beauty That Arises In Art Comes From The Struggle An Artist Wages With His Limited Medium.

What Matters Most To Me? To Work With My Model Until I Have It Enough In Me To Be Able To Improvise, To Let My Hand Run Free.

I Don't Paint Women, I Paint Pictures. . . What I Am After Above All Is Expression. If In A Portrait I Put Eyes, A Nose, A Mouth, There Isn't Much Use; On The Contrary It Paralyses The Imagination Of The Spectator, And Obliges Us To See The Person In A Certain Way.

When I Put A Green, It Is Not Grass. When I Put A Blue, It Is Not The Sky.

A Certain Blue Enters Your Soul. A Certain Red Has An Effect On Your Blood-pressure.