That's the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish 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.

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

(Art is) the residue of vision.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

I see something, find it marvelous, want to try and do it. Whether it fails or whether it comes off in the end becomes secondary. . . . So long as I've learned something about why.

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