What is real for me are the illusions I create with my paintings. Everything else is quicksand.

The outcome of my days is always the same; an infinite desire for what one never gets; a void one cannot fill; an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle as much as possible against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul.

Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who can't attain it in anything.

A picture is nothing but a bridge between the soul of the artist and that of the spectator.

The source of genius is imagination alone, the refinement of the senses that sees what others do not see, or sees them differently.

Glory to that Homer of painting, to that father of warmth and enthusiasm... he really paints men.