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

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

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.

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.

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

When spiritual, metaphysical, material, or immaterial events come into my life, I can only fix them by way of painting.

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.