When I Stand Before A Canvas, I

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

My Way Is To Seize An Image The Moment It Has Formed In My Mind, To Trap It As A Bird And To Pin It At Once To Canvas. Afterward I Start To Tame It, To Master It. I Bring It Under Control And I Develop It.

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.

I Make No Distinction Between Poetry And Painting.

To Gain Freedom Is To Gain Simplicity.