My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

I Am A Little Jew Of Vitebsk. All That I Paint, All That I Do, All That I Am, Is Just The Little Jew Of Vitebsk.

What I Mean By 'abstract' Is Something Which Comes To Life Spontaneously Through A Gamut Of Contrasts, Plastic At The Same Time As Psychic, And Pervades Both The Picture And The Eye Of The Spectator With Conceptions Of New And Unfamiliar Elements.

In The Arts, As In Life, Everything Is Possible Provided It Is Based On Love.

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.