The Stars Were My Best Friends. The

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.

On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be True.

I've Always Painted Pictures In Which Human Love Floods My Colors.

What A Genius, That Picasso. It Is A Pity He Doesn't Paint.

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.