I Begin Painting And As I Paint

The Spectacle Of The Sky Overwhelms Me. Im Overwhelmed When I See, In An Immense Sky, The Crescent Of The Moon, Or The Sun. There, In My Pictures, Tiny Forms In Huge Empty Spaces. Empty Spaces, Empty Horizons, Empty Plains - Everything Which Is Bare Has Always Greatly Impressed Me.

You Can Look At A Picture For A Week And Never Think Of It Again. You Can Also Look At The Picture For A Second And Think Of It All Your Life.

The Painting Rises From The Brushstrokes As A Poem Rises From The Words. The Meaning Comes Later.

When I Stand Before A Canvas, I Never Know What I'll Do, And I Am The First One Surprised At What Comes Out.

Little By Little, I've Reached The Stage Of Using Only A Small Number Of Forms And Colors. It's Not The First Time That Painting Has Been Done With A Very Narrow Range Of Colors. The Frescoes Of The Tenth Century Are Painted Like This. For Me, They Are Magnificent Things.