The great isn't something accidental; it must be willed.

As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

My opinion is that the best thing would be to work on till art lovers feel drawn toward it of their own accord, instead of having to praise or to explain it.

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.

No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.