Great art picks up where nature ends.

The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.

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.

My hands were too soft.. I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow me to discover the meaning of life.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

What I mean by 'abstract' is something which comes to life spontaneously through a gamut of contrasts, plastic at the same time as psychic, and pervades both the picture and the eye of the spectator with conceptions of new and unfamiliar elements.

Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing.