Art must be an expression of love or it is 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.

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

Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul. All souls are sacred, the soul of all the bipeds in every quarter of the globe.

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

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

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?