I do not see any essential difference between abstract and primitive art. Both are simple and sincere. Naturally, we should not generalize in these matters: It is the individual artist that counts.

I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books, clean sand, orange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces.

do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation

Her lips were like large crimson polyps.

I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.

I think she always nursed a small mad hope.

My characters are galley slaves.