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.

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

The important thing is first of all to have a real love for the visible world that lies outside ourselves as well as to know the deep secret of what goes on within ourselves.

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

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 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.