Color is everything. When color is right, form is right.
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?
The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.
For me, Christ has always symbolized the true type of the Jewish martyr.
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.
You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.