Painting is about the beauty of space and the power of containment.
Color is born of the interpenetration of light and dark.
The personal lives of painters are tragic and inevitable and do not explain the artist. For the artist is his work and no longer human.
An increase in light gives an increase in darkness.
Every real nation is a people of a common blood and descended from the same ancestors. A nation - from the Latin word meaning to be born - can have no other meaning.
