When I Haven't Any Blue I Use

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous.

Reality Is To Be Found In Lightness And Darkness.

When They Say That I Am Too Old To Make A Thing, I Try To Make It Immediately.

I Begin With An Idea And Then It Becomes Something Else.

To Finish A Work? To Finish A Picture? What Nonsense! To Finish It Means To Be Through With It, To Kill It, To Rid It Of Its Soul, To Give It Its Final Blow The Coup De Grace For The Painter As Well As For The Picture.