It takes a long time to become young.

Youth has no age.

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.