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

Music is the ultimate teacher.

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

Each period of a civilisation creates an art that is specific in it and which we will never see reborn. To try and revive the principles of art of past centuries can lead only to the production of stillborn works.

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.

With cold eyes and indifferent mind the spectators regard the work. Connoissers admire the "skill" (as one admires a tightrope walker), enjoy the "quality of painting" (as one enjoys a pasty). But hungry souls go hungry away. The vulgar herd stroll through the rooms and pronounce the pictures "nice" or "splendid." Those who could speak have said nothing, those who could hear have heard nothing.

Color transmits and translates emotion.