I never allowed myself the luxury of those brilliant, beautiful colors until I went to India and saw people walking around in them or dragging them in the mud. I realised they were not so artificial.

Curiosity is the main energy.

There was a whole language that I could never make function for myself; it revolved around words like 'tortured', 'struggle'. 'pain'.. .I could never see these qualities in paint - I could see them in life and art that illustrates life. But I could not see such conflicts in the materials and I knew that it had to be in the attitude of the painter.

If I declare it to be so, then this is a portrait.

This telegram is a work of art if I say it is.

An empty canvas is full.

Understanding is a form of blindness. Good art, I think, can never be understood.