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.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
The freer the soul, the more abstract painting becomes.
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
For me, Christ has always symbolized the true type of the Jewish martyr.
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.