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Simple Colours Can Affect The Intimate Feelings With All The More Force Because They Are Simple.

The Splitting Up Of Color [as Impressionists Did] Brought The Splitting Up Of Form And Contour . . . Everything Is Reduced To A Mere Sensation Of The Retina, But One Which Destroys All Tranquility Of Surface And Contour. Objects Are Differentiated Only By The Luminosity That Is Given Them.

I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation

A Picture Must Possess A Real Power To Generate Light And For A Long Time Now I've Been Conscious Of Expressing Myself Through Light Or Rather In Light.

It Has Always Bothered Me That I Don't Paint Like Everyone Else