Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.

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

What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.

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.

I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

The greatest mystery of all is reality.