Mine alone is the country of my soul.
You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.
I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.
I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
One fine day as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama I want to be a painter.