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.

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.

All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.

Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.

One of my problems is to find the self.

I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.

The greatest mystery of all is reality.