I arrived on earth in 1928. Born into a milieu of painters, I acquired my taste for painting with my mother’s milk.

Pure, existential space was regularly winking at me, each time in a more impressive manner, and this sensation of total freedom attracted me so powerfully that I painted some monochrome surfaces just to ‘see,’ to ‘see’ with my own eyes what existential sensibility granted me: absolute freedom!

My paintings are only the ashes of my art.

Blue has no dimensions, it is beyond dimensions, whereas the other colours are not....All colours arouse specific associative ideas, psychologically material or tangible, while blue suggests at most the sea and sky, and they, after all, are in actual, visible nature what is most abstract.

The imagination is the vehicle of sensibility. Transported by the imagination, we attain life, life itself, which is absolute art.

I have written my name on the far side of the sky.

At first there is nothing, then there is a profound nothingness, after that a blue profundity.

Pure, existential space was regularly winking at me, each time in a more impressive manner, and this sensation of total freedom attracted me so powerfully that I painted some monochrome surfaces just to 'see,' to 'see' with my own eyes what existential sensibility granted me: absolute freedom!

I did not like the nothing, and it is thus that I met the empty, the deep empty, the depth of the blue.

Blue suggests the sea and sky, and they, after all, are in actual, visible nature what is most abstract.