For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.
What a genius, that Picasso. It is a pity he doesn't paint.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
I am a child who is getting on.
Despite all the troubles of our world, in my heart I have never given up on the love in which I was brought up or on man's hope in love. In life, just as on the artist's palette, there is but one single colour that gives meaning to life and art–the colour of love
I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.