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

For me, Christ has always symbolized the true type of the Jewish martyr.

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.

What counts is art. painting, a kind of painting that is quite different from what everyone makes it out to be. But what kind? Will God or someone else give me the strength to breathe the breath of prayer and mourning into my paintings, the breath of prayer for redemption and resurrection?

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.

Everything in art must spring from the movement of our whole life-stream, of our whole being - including the unconscious.

What a genius, that Picasso. It is a pity he doesn't paint.