Color is a means to exert a direct influence on the soul.

The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.

Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.

With few exceptions, music has been for some centuries the art which has devoted itself not to the reproduction of natural phenomena, but rather to the expression of the artist's soul, in musical sound.

The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.

Objects damage pictures.

Empty canvas. In appearance - really empty, silent, indifferent. Stunned, almost. In effect - full of tensions, with thousand subdued voices, heavy with expectations. A little frightened because it may be violated