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

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

One of my problems is to find the self.

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.

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.

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.

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