I am the form and I am the hollow, the thrust and the contour

My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.

I felt the most intense pleasure in piercing the stone in order to make an abstract form and space; quite a different sensation from that of doing it for the purpose of realism.

I found one had to do some work every day, even at midnight, because either you're professional or you're not.

Halfway through any work, one is often tempted to go off on a tangent. Once you have yielded, you will be tempted to yield again and again... Finally, you would only produce something hybrid.

My works are an imitation of my own past and present.

My left hand is my thinking hand (image), my right hand my doing hand (sequence).