I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.

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

Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing.

My hands were too soft.. I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow me to discover the meaning of life.

You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.

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