In a fire, between a Rembrandt and a cat, I would save the cat.

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.

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

Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won't know what it is until I succeed in doing it.

I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.

If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?

In a fire, between a Rembrandt and a cat, I would save the cat.