Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.
The painting is finished when the idea has disappeared.
Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry.
Art is a wound turned into light.
Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.
Emotion should not be rendered by an excited trembling; it can neither be added on nor be imitated. It is the seed, the work is the flower.