To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.

Everything in art must spring from the movement of our whole life-stream, of our whole being - including the unconscious.

Will God or someone give me the power to breathe my sigh into my canvases, the sigh of prayer and sadness, the prayer of salvation, of rebirth?

I am a child who is getting on.

What I mean by 'abstract' is something which comes to life spontaneously through a gamut of contrasts, plastic at the same time as psychic, and pervades both the picture and the eye of the spectator with conceptions of new and unfamiliar elements.

I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.