Nature is a dictionary; one draws words from it.
The secret of not having worries, for me at least, is to have ideas.
The things one experiences alone with oneself are very much stronger and purer.
The contour should come last, only a very experienced eye can place it rightly.
Everyone knows that yellow, orange, and red suggest ideas of joy and plenty. I can paint you the skin of Venus with mud, provided you let me surround it as I will.
What is real for me are the illusions I create with my paintings. Everything else is quicksand.