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.

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.

Colour is a power which directly influences the soul.

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

The artist must train not only his eye but also his soul.

Everything starts from a dot.