Despite all the troubles of our world, in my heart I have never given up on the love in which I was brought up or on man's hope in love. In life, just as on the artist's palette, there is but one single colour that gives meaning to life and art–the colour of love
The freer the soul, the more abstract painting becomes.
Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.
If I weren't a Jew then I wouldn't be an artist, or at least not the one I am now.
Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing.
One fine day as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama I want to be a painter.