... does it seem to you that it is possible to speak of Art? It would be the same as explaining love!

Anyone who presumes to teach art has no understanding of it.

I did not use paint, I made myself up morally.

Precepts, conventions - above all traditions - have no value in art.

The one happiness is to shut one's door upon a little room, with a table before one, and to create; to create life in that isolation from life.

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

All that I have to offer as an artist is the revelation of my soul