I don't think I'm wrong when I say that the most beautiful objects of the "stone age" were made of skin, fabric, and especially wood. The "stone age" ought to be called the "wood age." How many African statues are made of stone, bone, or ivory? Maybe one in a thousand! And prehistoric man had no more ivory at his disposal than African tribes. Maybe even less. He must have had thousands of wooden fetishes, all gone now.

If you give a meaning to certain things in my paintings it may be very true, but it is not my idea to give this meaning. What ideas and conclusions you have got I obtained too, but instinctively, unconsciously. I make the painting for the painting. I paint the objects for what they are.

Painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy. (about Guernica).

The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.

I do not seek. I find.

Nature does many things the way I do, but she hides them!

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.