Whatever the source of emotion that drives me to create, I want to give it a form which has some connection with the visible world, even if it is only to wage war on that world....I want my paintings to be able to defend themselves to resist the invader, just as though there were razor blades on all surfaces so no one could touch them without cutting his hands.

I do not seek. I find.

Why assume that to look is to see?

How often have I found that wanting to use blue, I didn't have it so I used a red instead of the blue.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.

Rhythm is a perception of time... when drawing, the tiredness of the hand is a rhythm.

Lord, protect me from what I want!