Painting is a very difficult thing. It absorbs the whole man, body and soul, thus have I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

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.

One of my problems is to find the self.

It was so wonderful outside that even the wild senselessness of this enormous death, whose music I hear again and again, could not disturb me from my great enjoyment!

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

I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.