The interest and the feelings are not due to colors; the lines of a painting that move us move us even more in a print.

If you remove these lines in the painting, the colors are no longer effective.

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

I don't paint things. I only paint the difference between things.

All real works of art look as though they were done in joy.

I've been reading about the panic attacks Matisse had when he was painting.