I need to see the original paintings just as little as I have to read the original manuscripts of books.

Too often we tend to reduce what is strange to what is familiar. I intend to restore the familiar to the strange.

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.

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

Visible things can be invisible. However, our powers of thought grasp both the visible and the invisible – and I make use of painting to render thoughts visible.

My investigations resembled the pursuit of the solution to a problem for which I had three data: the object, the thing connected with it in the shadow of my consciousness, and the light wherein that thing would become apparent.