Painting is like having a bad mistress who spends and spends and it's never enough ... I tell myself that even if a tolerable study comes out of it from time to time, it would have been cheaper to buy it from somebody else.

Painters understand nature and love it, and teach us to see.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.

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 not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.

Occasionally, in times of worry, I've longed to be stylish, but on second thought I say no-just let me be myself-and express rough, yet true things with rough workmanship.