Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.

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

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.

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.

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