Painting or poetry is made as one makes love - a total embrace, prudence thrown to the winds, nothing held back.

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

The spectacle of the sky overwhelms me. Im overwhelmed when I see, in an immense sky, the crescent of the moon, or the sun. There, in my pictures, tiny forms in huge empty spaces. Empty spaces, empty horizons, empty plains - everything which is bare has always greatly impressed me.

The more I work, the more I want to work.

For me an object is something living. This cigarette or this box of matches contains a secret life much more intense than that of certain human beings.

The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.

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