Man needs music, literature, and painting - all those oases of perfection that make up art - to compensate for the rudeness and materialism of life.

When you start a painting, it is somewhat outside you. At the conclusion, you seem to move inside the painting.

I describe in a realistic form a nonrealistic Reality.

An artist is attracted to certain kinds of form without knowing why. You adopt a position intuitively; only later do you attempt to rationalize or even justify it.

I often think about death and it saddens me to leave this world and not be able to paint more. I love it so much.

Man needs music, literature, and painting - all those oases of perfection that make up art - to compensate for the rudeness and materialism of life.

I'm a tireless worker; I don't consider painting a work, it is not an obligation, I do it for pleasure; I haven't found anything that amuses me more than painting.