The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.

It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.

To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

What I need most of all is color, always, always.