The Awareness Of Our Own Strength Makes

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

My Age And Health Will Never Allow Me To Realize The Dream Of Art I've Been Pursuing All My Life.

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

Shut Your Eyes, Wait, Think Of Nothing. Now, Open Them ... One Sees Nothing But A Great Coloured Undulation. What Then? An Irradiation And Glory Of Colour. This Is What A Picture Should Give Us ... An Abyss In Which The Eye Is Lost, A Secret Germination, A Coloured State Of Grace ... Loose Conciousness. Descend With The Painter Into The Dim Tangled Roots Of Things, And Rise Again From Them In Colours, Be Steeped In The Light Of Them.

Drawing And Color Are Not Separate At All; In So Far As You Paint, You Draw. The More Color Harmonizes, The More Exact The Drawing Becomes. When The Color Achieves Richness, The Form Attains Its Fullness Also