As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.

To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

But after all I find in my work an echo of what struck me. I see that nature has told me something, has spoken to me, and that I have put it down in shorthand. In my shorthand there may be words that cannot be deciphered. There may be mistakes or gap

For me work is an absolute necessity, indeed I can't really drag it out, I take no more pleasure in anything than in work, that's to say, pleasure in other things stops immediately and I become melancholy if I can't get on with the work.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.