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

Color is everything. When color is right, form is right.

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.

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.

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

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.

I am a child who is getting on.