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.

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

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).

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.

In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don't think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.

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

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.