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.

Color is enslaved by line, that becomes writing.

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

My paintings are only the ashes of my art

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

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.

Blue has no dimensions, it is beyond dimensions.