The imagination is the vehicle of sensibility. Transported by the imagination, we attain life, life itself, which is absolute art.

Color is enslaved by line, that becomes writing.

For me, each nuance of a color is in some way an individual, a being who is from the same race as the base color, but who definitely possesses a distinct character and personal soul.

My monochrome pictures are not my definite works, but the preparation for my works. They are the leftovers from the creative processes, the ashes. My pictures, after all, are only the title-deeds to my property which I have to produce when I am asked to prove that I am a proprietor.

The dominant invades the entire picture, as it were. In this way I seek to individualize the color, because I have come to believe that there is a living world of each color and I express these worlds.

Blue suggests the sea and sky, and they, after all, are in actual, visible nature what is most abstract.

Color is sensitivity in material form, substance in its purest form.