I understand how you could see something in the root of a tree, a crack in the wall, in an eroded stone or pebble. But marble? It comes off in blocks and doesn't evoke any image. It does not inspire.

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.

The revolutionary artist does not only focus on the negative aspects of capitalist lives, but also creates visions of a revolutionary future.

That inspiration comes, does not depend on me. The only thing I can do is make sure it catches me working.

Often while reading a book one feels that the author wouold heave preferred to paint rather than to wirte; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying, because deep in his heart he would have preferred to use brushes and colors.

Music and art are the guiding lights of the world.

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.