I Do Not Seek. I Find.

While I Am Working I Am Not Conscious Of What I Am Putting On The Canvas.

We Don't Grow Older, We Grow Riper.

The Purpose Of Art Is Washing The Dust Of Daily Life Off Our Souls.

What Might Be Taken For A Precocious Genius Is The Genius Of Childhood. When The Child Grows Up, It Disappears Without A Trace. It May Happen That This Boy Will Become A Real Painter Some Day, Or Even A Great Painter. But Then He Will Have To Begin Everything Again, From Zero.

A Picture Lives By Its Legend - Not By Anything Else.