In My Youth, Poverty Enriched Me, But

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

If A Symbol Should Be Discovered In A Painting Of Mine, It Was Not My Intention. It Is A Result I Did Not Seek. It Is Something That May Be Found Afterwards, And Which Can Be Interpreted According To Taste.

For Me A Stained Glass Window Is A Transparent Partition Between My Heart And The Heart Of The World.

If I Create From The Heart, Nearly Everything Works; If From The Head, Almost Nothing.

Only Love Interests Me, And I Am Only In Contact With Things That Revolve Around Love.