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

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.

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

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

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.

My paintings are only the ashes of my art

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.