A simple line painted with the brush can lead to freedom and happiness.

You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at the picture for a second and think of it all your life.

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

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

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.

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.

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