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.

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a hot summer day when Pan, our old friend, sleeps and the ghosts of midday whisper. This alone is enough to make us forget the grief of the world, or to give it form.

What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.

I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.

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.