Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.
I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.
When spiritual, metaphysical, material, or immaterial events come into my life, I can only fix them by way of painting.
What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.
I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.