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

I am out to introduce a psychic shock into my painting, one that is always motivated by pictorial reasoning: that is to say, a fourth dimension.

For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.

If I create with my heart almost all my intentions remain. If it is with the head - almost nothing. An artist must not fear to be himself, to express only himself. If he is absolutely and entirely sincere, what he says and does will be acceptable to others.

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.

Will God or someone give me the power to breathe my sigh into my canvases, the sigh of prayer and sadness, the prayer of salvation, of rebirth?

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