In Love, The One Who Runs Away

...the More A Picture Has To Give, The Greater It Is.

When I Started To Paint I Felt Transported Into A Kind Of Paradise... In Everyday Life I Was Usually Bored And Vexed... Starting To Paint I Felt Gloriously Free.

Expression Is Not A Matter Of Passion Mirrored On The Human Face Or Revealed By A Violent Gesture. When I Paint A Picture, Its Every Detail Is Expressive.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

My Choice Of Colors Does Not Rest On Any Scientific Theory; It Is Based On Observation, On Feeling, On The Experience Of My Sensibility. Inspired By Certain Pages Of Delacroix, An Artist Like Signac Is Preoccupied With Complementary Colors, And The Theoretical Knowledge Of Them Will Lead Him To Use A Certain Tone In A Certain Place. But I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation.