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.

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.

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

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

I feel the need of attaining the maximum of intensity with the minimum of means. It is this which has led me to give my painting a character of even greater bareness.

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.