Will God Or Someone Give Me The

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

If I Weren't A Jew Then I Wouldn't Be An Artist, Or At Least Not The One I Am Now.

The Habit Of Ignoring Nature Is Deeply Implanted In Our Times. This Attitude Reminds Me Of People Who Never Look You In The Eye; I Find Them Disturbing And Always Have To Look Away.

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

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