Each color lives by its mysterious life.

Colors produce a spiritual vibration, the impression they create is important only as a step towards this vibration.

The true work of art is born from the 'artist': a mysterious, enigmatic, and mystical creation. It detaches itself from him, it acquires an autonomous life, becomes a personality, an independent subject, animated with a spiritual breath, the living subject of a real existence of being.

Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.

Every artist, as child of his age, is impelled to express the spirit of his age.

Art is not vague production, transitory and isolated, but a power which must be directed to the improvement and refinement of the human soul.

Everything starts from a dot.