All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
Mine alone is the country of my soul.
Despite all the troubles of our world, in my heart I have never given up on the love in which I was brought up or on man's hope in love. In life, just as on the artist's palette, there is but one single colour that gives meaning to life and art–the colour of love
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
Mozart never composed anything, ever! He copied what was written on his soul.
You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.