An audience is perhaps unnecessary to the soul-searching mystic, but it is vital to the magician, the maker of prodigies.

There isn't much to say about my childhood. I remember explosions of intense happiness, followed shortly afterwards by profound melancholy that always prompted remarks and comments from those around me on how remote my life was from my age. Therefore I rapidly lost all my respect for age. From then on, I always lived without any age, given that every year I used to repudiate it, choosing another one for the sole good reason that I liked it better.

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

For many years it was difficult for me to paint because I didn't feel the informal painting that was then tyrannically dominating painters and art collectors.

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

I couldn't get used to the community and social life of a theatrical set designer.

Only thanks to Pop Art, my painting has become understandable.