Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano, with its many strings.

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.

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

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

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.

Orange is red brought nearer to humanity by yellow.

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