I am a child who is getting on.

Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?

To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.

My hands were too soft.. I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow me to discover the meaning of life.

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.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.