When I Stand Before A Canvas, I

Painting Must Be Fertile. It Must Give Birth To A World.. ..it Must Fertilize The Imagination.

I Work Like A Labourer On A Farm Or In A Vineyard. Things Come To Me Slowly. My Vocabulary Of Forms, For Instance, Has Not Been The Discovery Of A Day. It Took Shape In Spite Of Myself... That Is Why I Am Always Working On A Hundred Different Things At The Same Time.

A Modeled Form Is Less Striking Than One Which Is Not. Modeling Prevents Shock And Limits Movement To The Visual Depth. Without Modeling Or Chiaroscuro Depth Is Limitless: Movement Can Stretch To Infinity.

Art Class Was Like A Religious Ceremony To Me. I Would Wash My Hands Carefully Before Touching Paper Or Pencils. The Instruments Of Work Were Sacred Objects To Me.

A Simple Line Painted With The Brush Can Lead To Freedom And Happiness.