The Simplest Things Give Me

Little By Little, I've Reached The Stage Of Using Only A Small Number Of Forms And Colors. It's Not The First Time That Painting Has Been Done With A Very Narrow Range Of Colors. The Frescoes Of The Tenth Century Are Painted Like This. For Me, They Are Magnificent Things.

I Want To Assassinate Painting.

I Work Like A Labourer On A Farm Or In A Vineyard. Things Come To Me Slowly. My Vocabulary Of Forms, For Instance, Has Not Been The Discovery Of A Day. It Took Shape In Spite Of Myself... That Is Why I Am Always Working On A Hundred Different Things At The Same Time.

What I Will No Longer Accept Is The Mediocre Life Of A Modest Little Gentleman.

Painting Must Be Fertile. It Must Give Birth To A World.. ..it Must Fertilize The Imagination.