Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life

Cobalt is a divine color and there is nothing as fine for putting an atmosphere round things. Carmine is the red of wine and is warm and lively like wine. The same goes for emerald green too. It's false economy to dispense with them, with those colors. Cadmium as well.

One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.

And in a picture I want to say something comforting, as music is comforting.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.

I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.