I use very little red. I use blue, yellow, a little green, but especially... black, white and grey. There is a certain need in me for communication with human beings. Black and white is writing.

DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms.

I allow myself to be guided by the work which is in the process of being born. I have confidence in it. I do not think about it.

The vertical and the horizontal are the extreme signs available to man for touching the beyond and his inwardness.

Since the time of the cavemen, man has glorified himself, has made himself divine, and his monstrous vanity has caused human catastrophe. Art has collaborated in this false development. I find this concept of art which has sustained man's vanity to be loathsome.

The essence of a sculpture must enter on tip-toe, as light as animal footprints on snow.

Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.