I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors is black.

I am unable to distinguish between the feeling I have for life and my way of expressing it.

Time extracts various values from a painter's work. When these values are exhausted the pictures are forgotten, and the more a picture has to give, the greater it is.

An artist must possess Nature. He must identify himself with her rhythm, by efforts that will prepare the mastery which will later enable him to express himself in his own language.

I would like to recapture that freshness of vision which is characteristic of extreme youth when all the world is new to it.

With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.

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.