Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul.

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

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.

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.

Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?

My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.