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

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.

I am a child who is getting on.

My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.

Art is foremost a state of mind, and only secondarily a problem of form.

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

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.