Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit.

We assert that the subject is crucial and only that subject matter is valid which is tragic and timeless.

There is only one thing I fear in life, my friend: One day, the black will swallow the red.

I will say without reservations that from my point of view there can be no abstractions. Any shape or area that has not the pulsating concreteness of real flesh and bones, its vulnerability to pleasure or pain is nothing at all. Any picture that does not provide the environment in which the breath of life can be drawn does not interest me.

Silence is so accurate.

If you are moved only by the color relationships, then you miss the point.

If you are only moved by color relationships, you are missing the point. I am interested in expressing the big emotions - tragedy, ecstasy, doom.