I have broken the blue boundary of color limits, come out into the white; beside me comrade-pilots swim in this infinity.

In art there is a need for truth, not sincerity.

A painted surface is a real, living form.

I ripped through the blue shade of the constraints of color.

A face painted in a picture gives a pitiful parody of life. . . but a painted surface lives.

The square is not a subconscious form. It is the creation of intuitive reason. The face of the new art. The square is a living, regal infant. The first step of pure creation in art.

Color is the essence of painting, which the subject always killed.