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

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

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.

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

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

Once the object has been constructed, I have a tendency to rediscover in it, transformed and displaced, images, impressions, facts which have deeply moved me (often without my knowing it).