I am a little Jew of Vitebsk. All that I paint, all that I do, all that I am, is just the little Jew of Vitebsk.
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.
The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.
In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.
I am a child who is getting on.
If I weren't a Jew then I wouldn't be an artist, or at least not the one I am now.