The older I grow, the more I find myself alone.

I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality... to protect myself.

(Art is) the residue of vision.

All the art of the past rises up before me, the art of all ages and all civilizations, everything becomes simultaneous, as if space had replaced time. Memories of works of art blend with affective memories, with my work, with my whole life.

The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.

It is impossible to do a thing the way I see it because the closer I get the more differently I see.

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