A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token. It is therefore risky to send it out into the world. How often it must be impaired by the eyes of the unfeeling and the cruelty of the impotent.

Look, it's my misery that I have to paint this kind of painting, it's your misery that you have to love it, and the price of the misery is thirteen hundred and fifty dollars.

Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit, and the only means of making concrete the purpose of its varied quickness and stillness.

To me art is an adventure into an unknown world, which can be explored only by those willing to take the risk.

This world of the imagination is fancy-free and violently opposed to common sense.

Without monsters and gods, art cannot enact a drama.

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