We Ought To View Ourselves With The

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance.

I Was Very Embarrassed When My Canvases Began To Fetch High Prices. I Saw Myself Condemned To A Future Of Nothing But Masterpieces.

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.

Color Helps To Express Light, Not The Physical Phenomenon, But The Only Light That Really Exists, That In The Artist's Brain.

I Wouldn't Mind Turning Into A Vermilion Goldfish.