I make no distinction between poetry and painting.

I begin painting and as I paint the picture begins to assert itself, or suggest itself, under my brush. The form becomes a sign for a woman or a bird as I work... The first stage is free, unconscious... the second stage is carefully calculated.

Throughout the time in which I am working on a canvas I can feel how I am beginning to love it, with that love which is born of slow comprehension.

Little by little, I've reached the stage of using only a small number of forms and colors. It's not the first time that painting has been done with a very narrow range of colors. The frescoes of the tenth century are painted like this. For me, they are magnificent things.

When I stand before a canvas, I never know what I'll do, and I am the first one surprised at what comes out.

What I will no longer accept is the mediocre life of a modest little gentleman.

If you have any notion of where you are going, you will never get anywhere.