Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.

Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.

A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.

He neither serves nor rules, he transmits. His position is humble and the beauty at the crown is not his own. He is merely a channel.

Make chance essential.

A line comes into being. It goes out for a walk, so to speak, aimlessly for the sake of the walk.