You Have To Hurry Up If You

I Lack The Magnificent Richness Of Color That Animates Nature.

The Painter Must Enclose Himself Within His Work; He Must Respond Not With Words, But With Paintings.

You Must Think. The Eye Is Not Enough; It Needs To Think As Well.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

There Is A Logic Of Colors, And It Is With This Alone, And Not With The Logic Of The Brain, That The Painter Should Conform.