The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.

More important than a work of art itself is what it will sow. Art can die, a painting can disappear. What counts is the seed.

What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term 'mute music'.

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

For me, a painting must give off sparks. It must dazzle like the beauty of a woman or a poem.

My characters have undergone the same process of simplification as the colors. Now that they have been simplified, they appear more human and alive than if they had been represented in all their details.

Painting must be fertile. It must give birth to a world.. ..it must fertilize the imagination.