If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?

One cannot be a sorcerer all the time. How could one live?

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.

To make oneself hated is more difficult than to make oneself loved.

People want to find a 'meaning' in everything and everyone. That's the disease of our age...

I try to paint what I have found and not what I look for. In art, intentions are of little importance.

When I paint a woman in an armchair, the armchair is there to show illness and death-or as a protection.