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

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

It seems to me it's a painter's duty to try to put an idea into his work.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

Many painters are afraid of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the truly passionate painter who dares-and who has once broken the spell of 'you can't.'

I am astonished at the high prices paid for works by painters who are dead, prices none of them could expect when they were alive. It is a kind of tulip trade, in which living painters suffer but do not profit.