Color is sensibility in material form, matter in its primordial state.
Color is enslaved by line, that becomes writing.
I have written my name on the far side of the sky.
Blue has no dimensions, it is beyond dimensions.
The essential of painting is that 'something', that 'ethereal glue,' that 'intermediary product' which the artist exudes with all his creative being and which he has the power to place, to encrust, to impregnate into the pictorial matter of the painting.
As I lay stretched upon the beach of Nice, I began to feel hatred for birds which flew back and forth across my blue sky, cloudless sky, because they tried to bore holes in my greatest and most beautiful work.