Read moreThe painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.
Read moreColor possesses me. I don’t have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.
Read moreA line is a dot that went for a walk.
Read moreBeauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
Read moreA drawing is simply a line going for a walk.
Read moreOne eye sees, the other feels.