No creo en el arte que no nace de la necesidad del hombre de abrir su corazón.

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.

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

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

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

It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.