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

Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.

I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.

Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.

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