Great art picks up where nature ends.
When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul.
The freer the soul, the more abstract painting becomes.