Fill a space in a beautiful way.

Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are.

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.

I look at my work and make up my mind about it. After that, neither flattery nor criticism matters to me.

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin. Since I cannot sing, I paint.