Color exists in itself, possessing its own beauty.

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

In love, the one who runs away is the winner.

Much of the beauty that arises in art comes from the struggle an artist wages with his limited medium.

The energy within you is stronger than ever for being held back, compressed, and said No to.

With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.

I would like to recapture that freshness of vision which is characteristic of extreme youth when all the world is new to it.