For me an object is something living. This cigarette or this box of matches contains a secret life much more intense than that of certain human beings.

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The more I work, the more I want to work.

Art class was like a religious ceremony to me. I would wash my hands carefully before touching paper or pencils. The instruments of work were sacred objects to me.

The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.

I feel the need of attaining the maximum of intensity with the minimum of means. It is this which has led me to give my painting a character of even greater bareness.

More important than a work of art itself is what it will sow. Art can die, a painting can disappear. What counts is the seed.

I work like a gardener.

What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term 'mute music'.

The more ignoble I find life, the more strongly I react by contradiction, in humour and in an outburst of liberty and expansion.

Painting must be fertile. It must give birth to a world… it must fertilize the imagination.

Throughout the time in which I am working on a canvas I can feel how I am beginning to love it, with that love which is born of slow comprehension.

A simple line painted with the brush can lead to freedom and happiness.

My characters have undergone the same process of simplification as the colors. Now that they have been simplified, they appear more human and alive than if they had been represented in all their details.

The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.

To gain freedom is to gain simplicity.