No art is less spontaneous than mine. What I do is the result of reflection and the study of the great masters. I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it. In art, truth and reality begin when one no longer understands what one is doing or what one knows, and when there remains an energy that is all the stronger for being constrained, controlled and compressed. But the bee . . .
Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature.
Never try to correct them. I don't paint things. It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is a transformation in which imagination collaborates with memory. I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.