We Work Not Only To Produce, But

I Have Told Myself A Hundred Times That Painting - That Is, The Material Thing Called A Painting - Is No More Than A Pretext, The Bridge Between The Mind Of The Painter And The Mind Of The Spectator.

If One Considered Life As A Simple Loan, One Would Perhaps Be Less Exacting. We Possess Actually Nothing; Everything Goes Through Us.

A Taste For Simplicity Cannot Last For Long.

The Things One Experiences Alone With Oneself Are Very Much Stronger And Purer.

What Is Real For Me Are The Illusions I Create With My Paintings. Everything Else Is Quicksand.