I have written my name on the far side of the sky.

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.

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

Color is sensibility in material form, matter in its primordial state.

The essential of painting is that 'something', that 'ethereal glue,' that 'intermediary product' which the artist exudes with all his creative being and which he has the power to place, to encrust, to impregnate into the pictorial matter of the painting.

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

At first there is nothing, then there is a profound nothingness, after that a blue profundity.