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

We attempted perfection; we wanted an object to be without flaw, so we cut the papers with a razor, pasted them down meticulously, but it buckled and was ruined... that is why we decided to tear prewrinkled paper, so that in the finished work of art imperfection would be an integral part, as if at birth death were built in.

Artists should work together like the artists of the Middle Ages.

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.

To be full of joy when looking at an oeuvre is not a little thing.

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation.

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