The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
Anybody who perceives colors can become a painter. It's simply a question of whether or not one has felt anything and whether one has the courage to recount the things one has felt.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.