“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.”

It’s so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.

Tell me, do you think I’m going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

Painting, like any art, comprises a technique, a workmanlike handling of material, but the accuracy of a tone and the fictitious combination of effects depend entirely on the choice made by the artist.

Tell me, do you think I’m going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.

There is no model, there is only color.

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

Pure drawing is an abstraction.

It’s not just about looking and copying, it’s about feeling too.

You say a new era in art is preparing; you sensed it coming; continue your studies without weakening. God will do the rest.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

A puny body weakens the soul.

You must think. The eye is not enough; it needs to think as well.

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.

The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

Design and color are not distinct and separate. As one paints, one draws. The more the colors harmonize, the more the design takes form. When color is at it’s richest, form is at its fullest.

Whether you want it or not, your genes have a political past, your skin a political tone. your eyes a political color. You walk with political steps on political ground.

The authority of any governing institution must stop at its citizen’s skin.

For the forest to be green, each tree must be green.

Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?

You realize as a director that when you are cutting a film, you want to have alternatives. You need color and choices. You don’t want four takes that are identical.

Best believe that needle hurt you Best to see these true colors Than follow one of your false virtues A little secret to make you think: Why is the crazy stuff we never say, poetry in ink?