Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

I know that to paint the sea really well, you need to look at it every hour of every day in the same place so that you can understand its way in that particular spot; and that is why I am working on the same motifs over and over again, four or six times even.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.

I can only draw what I see.

For me, the subject is of secondary importance: I want to convey what is alive between me and the subject.

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