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've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.

If a symbol should be discovered in a painting of mine, it was not my intention. It is a result I did not seek. It is something that may be found afterwards, and which can be interpreted according to taste.

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.

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

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it