With age, art and life become one.

A painting without something disturbing in it – what's that?.

I do not believe in objects. I believe only in their relationships.

The painter thinks in terms of form and color. The goal is not to be concerned with the reconstitution of an anecdotal fact, but with constitution of a pictorial fact.

Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.

Nature is a mere pretext for a decorative composition, plus sentiment. It suggests emotion, and I translate that emotion into art.

In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.