They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.

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

One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different.

Everyone wants to understand painting. Why is there no attempt to understand the song of the birds?

My work is like a diary. To understand it, you have to see how it mirrors life.

I don't paint things the way I see them, but the way I think them.