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

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

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 language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don't know what to say about what I paint, really.

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

One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.

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