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.

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

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

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.

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

One of my problems is to find the self.

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.