Art = a mad search for individualism.
Art is either plagiarism or revolution. Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams. I begin to feel an enormous need to become savage and to create a new world. However depressed I may be I am not in the habit of giving up a project without having tried everything, even the 'impossible', to gain my end. What still concerns me the most is: am I on the right track, am I making progress, am I making mistakes in art? All the joys – animal and human – of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary. Follow the masters! But why should one follow them? The only reason they are masters is that they didn't follow anybody! In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.