Emilio Vedova (August 9, 1919 − October 25, 2006)

Our painting is this alone: we went ahead and created a grammar because along the way we created life.
Most people stare at us as though we were strange beasts or scandel-makers, but they fail to hear our protest. They don't realize that the act of painting is the sum total of our hopes. They don't understand that we must make extreme, unknown revelations through the distinct lines of our paintings.
They think we are in a state of crisis. But we prefer living the temptation of every day, rather than fall victim to the idleness that makes life a series of cowardly acts.
Emilio Vedova