There is no model, there is only color.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

With a painter's temperament, all that's needed are the means of expression sufficient to be intelligible to the wide public.

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

It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.

Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.

Don't be an art critic. Paint. There lies salvation.