This period of blue monochromes was the product of my pursuit of the undefinable in painting..
The Myth is in art. (said after a performance of The Monotone Symphony)
Around 1947-48, I created a "monotone" symphony whose "theme" is what I wished my life to be.
Judo has helped me to understand that pictorial space is above all the product of spiritual exercises. Judo is in fact the discovery by the human body of a spiritual space.
As I lay stretched upon the beach of Nice, I began to feel hatred for birds which flew back and forth across my blue sky, cloudless sky, because they tried to bore holes in my greatest and most beautiful work.
My monochrome pictures are not my definite works, but the preparation for my works. They are the leftovers from the creative processes, the ashes. My pictures, after all, are only the title-deeds to my property which I have to produce when I am asked to prove that I am a proprietor.
I arrived on earth in 1928. Born into a milieu of painters, I acquired my taste for painting with my mother’s milk.