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

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

I am against the line and all its consequences: contours, forms, composition. All paintings of whatever sort, figurative or abstract, seem to me like prison windows in which the lines, precisely are the bars.

Color is enslaved by line, that becomes writing.

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

My paintings are only the ashes of my art

I remain detached and distant, but it is under my eyes and my orders that the work of art must create itself. Then, when the creation starts, I stand there, present at the ceremony, immaculate, calm, relaxed... ready to welcome the work of art that is coming into existence in the tangible world.