What counts is art. painting, a kind of painting that is quite different from what everyone makes it out to be. But what kind? Will God or someone else give me the strength to breathe the breath of prayer and mourning into my paintings, the breath of prayer for redemption and resurrection?

Mozart never composed anything, ever! He copied what was written on his soul.

If a symbol should be discovered in a painting of mine, it was not my intention. It is a result I did not seek. It is something that may be found afterwards, and which can be interpreted according to taste.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.

What a genius, that Picasso. It is a pity he doesn't paint.