Drawing is of the Spirit and color of the Senses..

An artist who wants to transpose a composition onto a larger canvas must conceive it over again in order to preserve its expression; he must alter it….

For my part I have never avoided the influence of others. I would have considered it cowardice and a lack of sincerity toward myself..

With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft..

Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at the….

I cannot copy nature in a servile way; I am forced to interpret nature and submit it to the spirit of the picture. From the relationship I have found….

Photographs will always be impressive because they show us nature, and all artists will find in them a world of sensations. The photographer must the….

I was very embarrassed when my canvases began to fetch high prices. I saw myself condemned to a future of nothing but Masterpieces..

You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the l….

I have been no more than a medium, as it were..

Do remember that one line does nothing; it is only in relation to another that it creates a volume..

Composition, the aim of which is expression, alters itself according to the surface to be covered. If I take a sheet of paper of given dimensions, I ….

I would like to recapture that freshness of vision which is characteristic of extreme youth when all the world is new to it..

Color exists in itself, possessing its own beauty..

The effort to see things without distortion takes something like courage and this courage is essential to the artist, who has to look at everything a….

All art worthy of the name is religious..

The artist begins with a vision - a creative operation requiring an effort..

An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of….

...for whether we want to or not, we belong to our time and we share in its opinions, its feelings, even its delusions..

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 forc….

Truly, I'm not joking when I thank my lucky stars for the awful operation I had, since it has made me young again and philosophical which means that ….