If people knew what Matisse, supposedly the painter of happiness, had gone through, the anguish and tragedy he had to overcome to manage to capture that light which has never left him, if people knew all that, they would also realize that this happiness, this light, this dispassionate wisdom which seems to be mine, are sometimes well-deserved, given the severity of my trials.

Color helps to express light, not the physical phenomenon, but the only light that really exists, that in the artist's brain.

Seeing is in itself a creative act which requires effort.

I wouldn't mind turning into a vermilion goldfish.

Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.

The energy within you is stronger than ever for being held back, compressed, and said No to.

Cutting straight into color reminds me of the direct carving of the sculptor.