In art, truth and reality begin when one no longer understands what one is doing or what one knows, and when there remains an energy that is all the stronger for being constrained, controlled and compressed.

All my efforts go into creating an art that can be understood by everyone.

I have always sought to be understood and, while I was taken to task by critics or colleagues, I thought they were right, assuming I had not been clear enough to be understood. This assumption allowed me to work my whole life without hatred and even without bitterness toward criticism, regardless of its source. I counted solely on the clarity of expression of my work to gain my ends. Hatred, rancor, and the spirit of vengeance are useless baggage to the artist. His road is difficult enough for him to cleanse his soul of everything which could make it more so.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

I was driven on by.. A force which I see today as something alien to my normal life... so I have been no more than a medium as it were.

An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of success, etc.

If drawing belongs to the world of spirit and color to that of the senses, you must draw first to cultivate the spirit.