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

I hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting.

Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.

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.

I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.

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.