We Live In A Rainbow Of Chaos.

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read.

Drawing And Color Are By No Means Two Different Things. As You Paint, You Draw... When Color Is At Its Richest, Form Is At Its Fullest.

An Art Which Isn't Based On Feeling Isn't An Art At All... Feeling Is The Principle, The Beginning And The End; Craft, Objective, Technique - All These Are In The Middle.

To Achieve Progress Nature Alone Counts, And The Eye Is Trained Through Contact With Her. It Becomes Concentric By Looking And Working.

Talks On Art Are Almost Useless. The Work Which Goes To Bring Progress In One's Own Subject Is Sufficient Compensation For The Incomprehension Of Imbeciles.