I Shan't Get Free Of My Emotion

He Who Loves, Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; He Is Free And Nothing Holds Him Back.

Art Is An Escape From Reality.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance, Of Purity And Serenity Devoid Of Troubling Or Depressing Subject Matter - A Soothing, Calming Influence On The Mind, Rather Like A Good Armchair Which Provides Relaxation From Physical Fatigue.

From The Moment I Held The Box Of Colors In My Hands, I Knew This Was My Life. I Threw Myself Into It Like A Beast That Plunges Towards The Thing It Loves.

There's Nothing Clinically Wrong With Me, Only An Emotional Imbalance - I Pass Too Quickly From The Wildest Enthusiasm To The Blackest Despair.