How many days have I spent alone with my cat... and when I say alone, I mean without a material being, for my cat is a mystical companion, a spirit.

One does not always sing out of happiness.

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

Drawing is feeling. Color is an act of reason.

The precision of naming takes away from the uniqueness of seeing.

You cannot possibly invent painting all by yourself.

Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.