“Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know…” — Paul Klee

In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.

A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.

To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.

He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.