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.

I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.

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

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

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

The greatest mystery of all is reality.