I Am A Little Jew Of Vitebsk.

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.

Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind, And Only Secondarily A Problem Of Form.

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It

We All Know That A Good Person Can Be A Bad Artist.but No One Will Ever Be A Genuine Artist Unless He Is A Great Human Being And Thus Also A Good One.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?