Becoming is superior to being.

The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.

Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

Nothing can be rushed. It must grow, it should grow of itself, and if the time ever comes for that work, then so much the better!

My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere remote. I must have great friends there, dark as well as bright. They are all very kind to me.

Art doesn't reflect what we see; it makes us see.

Make chance essential.