There Is No Model, There Is Only

Painting Is Founded On The Heart Controlled By The Head.

I Have Not Tried To Reproduce Nature; I Have Represented It.

I Advance All Of My Canvas At One Time.

The Painter Must Enclose Himself Within His Work; He Must Respond Not With Words, But With Paintings.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.