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.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

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

If I weren't a Jew then I wouldn't be an artist, or at least not the one I am now.

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.

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

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.