I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.