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

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

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.

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.

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.

Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.