Painting Or Poetry Is Made As One

When I Stand Before A Canvas, I Never Know What I'll Do, And I Am The First One Surprised At What Comes Out.

That Which Interests Me Above All Else Is The Calligraphy Of A Tree Or The Tiles Of A Roof, And I Mean Leaf By Leaf, Branch By Branch, Blade By Blade Of Grass.

I Want To Assassinate Painting.

My Characters Have Undergone The Same Process Of Simplification As The Colors. Now That They Have Been Simplified, They Appear More Human And Alive Than If They Had Been Represented In All Their Details.

What I Will No Longer Accept Is The Mediocre Life Of A Modest Little Gentleman.