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

The observer must learn to look at the picture as a graphic representation of a mood and not as a representation of objects.

In general, therefore, color is a means of exerting a direct influence upon the soul. Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano with its many strings. The artist is the hand that purposefully sets the soul vibrating by means of this or that key.

Every work of art is the child of its time, often it is the mother of our emotions.

There is only one road to follow, that of analysis of the basic elements in order to arrive ultimately at an adequate graphic expression.

An empty canvas, apparently really empty, that says nothing and is without significance – almost dull, in fact – in reality, is crammed with thousands of undertone tensions and full of expectancy. Slightly apprehensive lest it should be outraged.

The artist must train not only his eye but also his soul, so that it can weigh colours in its own scale and thus become a determinant in artistic creation.