Everything vanishes round me and good works rise from me of their own accord.
Color and I are one. I am a painter.
Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.
I paint in order not to cry.
Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible.
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!