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

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

Everything in art must spring from the movement of our whole life-stream, of our whole being - including the unconscious.

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

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

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.

Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?