If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
Mozart never composed anything, ever! He copied what was written on his soul.
You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.
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?
Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
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.