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.

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.

In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.

You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.

I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.