In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.
Great art picks up where nature ends.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.
