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

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

In principle, any abstraction of the object is allowed which has a sufficiently strong creative power behind it.

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.

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.

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