Cutting straight into color reminds me of the direct carving of the sculptor.

Color, even more than drawing, is a means of liberation.

There's nothing clinically wrong with me, only an emotional imbalance - I pass too quickly from the wildest enthusiasm to the blackest despair.

You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.

Drawing is putting a line around an idea.

The splitting up of color [as Impressionists did] brought the splitting up of form and contour . . . Everything is reduced to a mere sensation of the retina, but one which destroys all tranquility of surface and contour. Objects are differentiated only by the luminosity that is given them.

I was driven on by.. A force which I see today as something alien to my normal life... so I have been no more than a medium as it were.