What A Genius, That Picasso. It Is

Work Isn't To Make Money; You Work To Justify Life.

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It - A Rock, A Flower, The Branch Of A Tree Or My Hand - As A Final Test. If The Painting Stands Up Beside A Thing Man Cannot Make, The Painting Is Authentic. If There's A Clash Between The Two, It's Bad Art.

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.

The Freer The Soul, The More Abstract Painting Becomes.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?