I want the unobtainable. Other artists paint a bridge, a house, a boat, and that's the end. They are finished. I want to paint the air which surrounds the bridge, the house, the boat, the beauty of the air in which these objects are located, and that is nothing short of impossible.

All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.

I've done what I could as a painter and that seems to me to be sufficient. I don't want to be compared to the great masters of the past, and my painting is open to criticism; that's enough.

I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.

No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.

It is better to have done something than to have been someone.