If you wish to get hold of the invisible you must penetrate as deeply as possible into the visible.

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.

What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a hot summer day when Pan, our old friend, sleeps and the ghosts of midday whisper. This alone is enough to make us forget the grief of the world, or to give it form.

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

What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.