There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.

I have to keep working, not to arrive at finish, which arouses the admiration of fools... I must seek completion only for the pleasure of being truer and more knowing.

I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.

Knowledge of the means to express our emotion is essential- and is acquired only after a very long experience.

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

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

What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.