You won't find any flying chickens in Matisse's canvasses. What you will find is the glory of the human--usually, female--form, and natural patterns like the leaves above, that express the voluptuous bliss of form and color. "Matisse showed me pages straight from Heaven," I told the reviewer who interviewed me about one of my own exhibits of paintings.
Like Chagall, the very thought of Matisse filled me, for years, with active joy. He will always remain an influence in my own work, though he was a master draftsman and I'm not even a dillatente. His unlimited boldness when it comes to color, as well as his figures and the way they are always integral parts of a wonderful composition, burn brightly, deep in my psyche, as inspirations.