I am metaphysical inasmuch as I am looking for a non-eloquent painting, immobile and of atmosphere, which feeds on static situations.

All I know is that mine was a completely new theory about art, a new approach that made the pictures appear just like life does.

I know how pathetically inadequate my medium [painting] is, but unfortunately I dispose of no other.

Prodigy only feeds on prodigy, fantasy on fantasy.

I haven't even ever wanted to distort. I isolate and represent.

Life can be considered as a huge wardrobe, with so many dominos hung in its cupboards, one domino per year. Now I don't see why I couldn't change my mask in this wardrobe even twice a day.

I never lost the taste and craft of the Renaissance.