ZENITH / NOON beats out / on its solar anvil / the rays of light

For me there is no gap between my painting and my so-called 'decorative' work. I never considered the 'minor arts' to be artistically frustrating; on the contrary, it was an extension of my art.

One who knows how to appreciate color relationships, the influence of one color with another, their contrasts and dissonances, is promised an infinite variety of images.

I love creation more than life, and I must express myself before disappearing.

Colour is the skin of the world.

It was a tradition to represent a dancer frozen in a chosen position, like a snapshot. I broke away from this tradition by superimposing postures, blending light and motion and scrambling the planes.

In the sky we had rediscovered the moving principle of any work of art: the light, and the motion of color.

The sun rises at midnight.

ZENITHNOON beats outon its solar anvilthe rays of light

Literature has become merely a tool for culture studies.

I'm not an early bird at all. Ideally, on Saturday morning I'd allow myself a lovely lie-in. 10:45 would be just right.

Slutiness is a very underrated quality in a girl.

What works for eating and swimming might work for reading and writing.

We are aware that the conductor is not really making the music, it is making him -- if he is relaxed, open and attuned, then the invisible will take possession of him; through him, it will reach us.

I think this is the most exciting time in the history of photography. Technology is expanding what photographers can do, like the microscope and the telescope expanded what scientists could do.

Your manuscript is both good and original; but the part that is good is not original, and the part that is original is not good.

It made our hair stand up in panic fear.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.