I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.

Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.

If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.

I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.

All the sculptures of today, like those of the past, will end one day in pieces... So it is important to fashion ones work carefully in its smallest recess and charge every particle of matter with life.