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.

I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.

Art is meant to disturb. Science reassures.

Thanks to the oval I have discovered the meaning of the horizontal and the vertical.

Art is a wound turned into light.

I have made a great discovery. I no longer believe in anything. Objects don't exist for me except in so far as a rapport exists between them and myself. When one attains this harmony, one reaches a sort of intellectual non-existence, what I can only describe as a sense of peace, which makes everything possible and right. Life then becomes a perpetual revelation. That is true poetry.

With age, art and life become one.