For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.

It is only too true that a lot of artists are mentally ill - it's a life which, to put it mildly, makes one an outsider. I'm all right when I completely immerse myself in work, but I'll always remain half crazy.

Painting is a faith and that it brings with it the duty to pay no heed to public opinion - and that in it one conquers by perseverance and not by giving in.

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.

There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman.