On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be

If I Create With My Heart Almost All My Intentions Remain. If It Is With The Head - Almost Nothing. An Artist Must Not Fear To Be Himself, To Express Only Himself. If He Is Absolutely And Entirely Sincere, What He Says And Does Will Be Acceptable To Others.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb Is Born Knowing.

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

Can My Words Distill For You A Little Sweetness, Tender And Caressing?