Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
Painting is a faith and that it brings with it the duty to pay no heed to public opinion — and that in it one conquers by perseverance and not by giving in.
Painting is a blind man’s profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite – that particular peach is but a detail.
No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.
In the end, there is only love. However it may be. And they ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.
In life and in painting too, I can easily do without the dear Lord, but I can’t, suffering as I do, do without something greater than myself, which is my life, the power to create.