A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, and some fantasy. When you always make your meaning perfectly plain you end up boring people.
People call me the painter of dancers, but I really wish to capture movement itself.
The fascinating thing, is not to show the source of light, but the effect of light.
The Dance instills in you something that sets you apart. Something heroic and remote.
The true traveler never arrives.
And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.