I simply try to put down colors which render my sensation

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

A young woman has young claws, well sharpened. If she has character, that is. And if she hasn't so much the worse for you.

What interests me most is neither still life nor landscape, but the human figure.

Art is an escape from reality.

Colours have their own distinctive beauty that you have to preserve, just as in music you try to preserve sounds. It is a question of organization, of finding the arrangement that will keep the beauty and freshness of the colour

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.