The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

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

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.

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

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

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

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.