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.

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.

For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.

Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

The freer the soul, the more abstract painting becomes.

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.

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.