One does not always sing out of happiness.

One always talks of surrendering to nature. There is also such a thing as surrendering to the picture.

What attracted me was less art itself than the artist’s life and all that it meant for me: the idea of creativity and freedom of expression and action. I had been attracted to painting and drawing for a long time, but it was not an irresistible passion; what I wanted, at all costs, was to escape the monotony of life.

Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.

Painting has to get back to its original goal, examining the inner lives of human beings.

I am just beginning to understand what it is to paint. A painter should have two lives, one in which to learn, and one in which to practice his art.

You cannot possibly invent painting all by yourself.