Whatever Is In Common Is True; But

In Art There Is Only One Thing That Counts: The Bit That Cannot Be Explained.

Colour Acts Simultaneously With Form, But Has Nothing To Do With Form.

The Space Between The Dish And The Pitcher, That I Paint Also.

Truth Exists, Only Falsehood Has To Be Invented.

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.