Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.

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

An empty canvas is a living wonder - far lovelier than certain pictures.

The sensations of colors on the palette can be spiritual experiences.

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.

I applied streaks and blobs of colors onto the canvas with a palette knife, and I made them sing with all the intensity I could.

The artist is not a 'Sunday child' for whom everything immediately succeeds. He does not have the right to live without duty. The task that is assigned to him is painful, it is a heavy cross for him to bear.