Seeing Is In Itself A Creative Act

Expression For Me Does Not Reside In Passions Glowing In A Human Face Or Manifested By Violent Movement. The Entire Arrangement Of My Picture Is Expressive; The Place Occupied By My Figures, The Empty Space Around Them, The Proportions, Everything Has Its Share.

Truth And Reality In Art Do Not Arise Until You No Longer Understand What You Are Doing And Are Capable Of But Nevertheless Sense A Power That Grows In Proportion To Your Resistance.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance.

Truth And Reality In Art Begin At The Point Where The Artist Ceases To Understand What He Is Doing And Capable Of Doing - Yet Feels In Himself A Force That Becomes Steadily Stronger... And More Concentrated.

A Certain Color Tones You Up. It's The Concentration Of Timbres.