The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.

Right now a moment of time is fleeting by! Capture its reality in paint! To do that we must put all else out of our minds. We must become that moment, make ourselves a sensitive recording plate...Give the image of what we actually see, forgetting everything that has been seen before our time.

What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.

There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.

I allow no one to touch me.

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.