I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.

To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

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?

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.

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

If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.

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.