Great art picks up where nature ends.
I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
For me, Christ has always symbolized the true type of the Jewish martyr.
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.
I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.