Painting is founded on the heart controlled by the head.

The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.

Chatter about art is almost always useless.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Fruits ... like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents, they speak of the fields they have left, the rain which has nourished them, the daybreaks they have seen.

The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.

One had to immerse oneself in one's surroundings and intensely study nature or one's subject to understand how to recreate it.