I understand my own pictures best six months after I have done them.

Whether he wants it or not, man is the instrument of nature; she imposes on him character and appearance.

If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness!

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.

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.

When I paint I feel that all the artists of the past are behind me.

Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.