Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul. All souls are sacred, the soul of all the bipeds in every quarter of the globe.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
I am out to introduce a psychic shock into my painting, one that is always motivated by pictorial reasoning: that is to say, a fourth dimension.
Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.