All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.
Art makes something a lot more visible or audible.
Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest.
Everything vanishes round me and good works rise from me of their own accord.
Color and I are one. I am a painter.