There are wonderful things in Jazz, the improvisation, the liveliness, the being at one with the audience.

My pictures are made up of four or five colors that collide with one another.

Truth and reality in art do not arise until you no longer understand what you are doing and are capable of but nevertheless sense a power that grows in proportion to your resistance.

My curves are not crazy.

...for whether we want to or not, we belong to our time and we share in its opinions, its feelings, even its delusions.

My choice of colors does not rest on any scientific theory, it is based on observation, on feeling, on the experience of my sensibility.

It is with color that you render light, though you must also feel this light, have it within yourself.