In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.

I am out to introduce a psychic shock into my painting, one that is always motivated by pictorial reasoning: that is to say, a fourth dimension.

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.

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?

I am a child who is getting on.

You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.

The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.