“Before the war of 1914, I was accused of falling into ‘literature’. Today people call me a painter of fairy tales and fantasies.(…)I try to fill my canvases in some way with objects and figures treated as forms…sonorous forms like sounds…passionate forms designed to add a new dimension which neither the geometry of the Cubists nor the patches of the Impressionists can achieve. ”

Marc Chagall,

Holyoke College 1943

“I would like to go up to that bareback rider who has just reappeared, smiling; her dress, a bouquet of flowers. I would circle her with my flowered and unflowered years. On my knees, I would tell her wishes and dreams not of this world.

I would run after her horse to ask her how to live, how to escape from myself, from the world, whom to run to, where to go. ”

extras din Le Cirque 1967