Right now a moment of time is passing by!... We must become that moment.

The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.

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

There is no model, there is only color.

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.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.