I know that to paint the sea really well, you need to look at it every hour of every day in the same place so that you can understand its ways in that particular spot; and this is why I am working on the same motifs over and over again, four or six times even…
I only know that I do what I can to convey what I experience before nature and that most often, in order to succeed in conveying what I feel, I totally forget the most elementary rules of painting, if they exist that is.
it possesses duende: “black sounds”, as Lorca called them, the dark counterpoise to Apollo’s light, music in which we hear death sing…. Duende lives in blue notes, in the break in a singer’s voice, in the scrape of resined horsehair hitting sheep gut
Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit, and the only means of making concrete the purpose of its varied quickness and stillness.