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.

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

If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible.

The form is always the measure of the obsession.

The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.

What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.

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