I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.