If I Create With My Heart Almost

Color Is Everything. When Color Is Right, Form Is Right.

To Call Everything That Appears Illogical, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Or Chimera Would Be Practically To Admit Not Understanding Nature.

The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb Is Born Knowing.

Despite All The Troubles Of Our World, In My Heart I Have Never Given Up On The Love In Which I Was Brought Up Or On Man's Hope In Love. In Life, Just As On The Artist's Palette, There Is But One Single Colour That Gives Meaning To Life And Art–the Colour Of Love

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.