Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.

If We Had Never Met Picasso, Would Cubism Have Been What It Is? I Think Not. The Meeting With Picasso Was A Circumstance In Our Lives.

A Painting Without Something Disturbing In It – What's That?.

I Find That It Is Important To Work Slowly. Anyone Who Looks At Such A Canvas Will Follow The Same Path The Artist Took, And He Will Experience That It Is The Path Which Counts More Than The Outcome Of It, And That The Route Taken Has Been The Most Interesting Part.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.