Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

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

Despite all the troubles of our world, in my heart I have never given up on the love in which I was brought up or on man's hope in love. In life, just as on the artist's palette, there is but one single colour that gives meaning to life and art–the colour of love

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.

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?

Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.