I always feel the desire to look for the extraordinary in ordinary things; to suggest, not to impose, to leave always a slight touch of mystery in my paintings.

Painting is a source of endless pleasure, but also of great anguish.

I refuse to confide and don't like it when people write about art.

Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.

Painting what I experience, translating what I feel, is a great liberation. But it is also work, self-examination, consciousness, criticism, struggle.

I will always find even the worst paintings that attempt some kind of representation better than the best invented paintings.

If you speak of beauty, you are at once suspected of...kitsch.