Art is the best possible introduction to the culture of the world. I love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings it can summon at a touch. It washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

When I enter the studio, I leave my body at the door the way the Moslems leave their shoes when they enter the mosque, and I only allow my spirit to go in there and paint.

The quality of a painter depends on the amount of past he carries with him.

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

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

Art sweeps the everyday dust from your soul.

You must always work not just within but below your means. If you can handle three elements, handle only two. If you can handle ten, then handle only five. In that way the ones you do handle, you handle with more ease, more mastery, and you create a feeling of strength in reserve.