Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of

Civilization Is What Makes You Sick.

By The Combination Of Lines And Colors, Under The Pretext Of Some Motif Taken From Nature, I Create Symphonies And Harmonies That Represent Nothing Absolutely Real In The Ordinary Sense Of The Word But Are Intended To Give Rise To Thoughts As Music Does.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.

Silence! I Am Learning To Know The Silence Of A Tahitian Night.

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.