When I paint green, it doesn't mean grass; when I paint blue, it doesn't mean sky.

Slowly I discovered the secret of my art. It consists of a meditation on nature, on the expression of a dream which is always inspired by reality. With more involvement and regularity, I learned to push each study in a certain direction. Little by little the notion that painting is a means of expression asserted itself, and that one can express the same thing in several ways. Exactitude is not truth, Delacroix liked to say.

I don't know whether I believe in God or not. I think, really, I'm some sort of Buddhist. But the essential thing is to put oneself in a frame of mind which is close to that of prayer.

Color, even more than drawing, is a means of liberation.

I want to reach that condensation of sensations that constitutes a picture.

Simple colours can affect the intimate feelings with all the more force because they are simple.

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