We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative arts, folklore, advertising, voices making announcements, aerodynamism, boy scouts, the smell of moth balls, events of the moment, and drunken people.

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.

My painting is visible images that conceal nothing... they evoke mystery. Mystery means nothing. It is unknowable.

Nothing is confused except the mind.

I want nevertheless to add that for me the world is a defiance of common sense.