Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.

If you wish to get hold of the invisible you must penetrate as deeply as possible into the visible.

I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.

What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.

In principle, any abstraction of the object is allowed which has a sufficiently strong creative power behind it.

My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn't live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entrance to the fearful, commonplace, splendid and the average grotesque banality in life.

The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.