I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.

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

Formerly pictures used to move towards completion in progressive stages. Each day would bring something new. A picture was a sum of additions. With me, picture is a sum of destructions. I do a picture, then I destroy it. But in the long run nothing is lost; the red that I took away from one place turns up somewhere else.

I hate it when people pilfer my things.

Painting isn't an aesthetic operation; it's a form of magic designed as mediator between this strange hostile world and us.

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

The earth doesn't have a housekeeper to do the dusting.