My life provides me with these images that become expressions of my daily experience.

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 don't want to think that I am going to believe that I am a hell of a genius, or anything like that.

I always use given and simple elements, I don't want to add or subtract anything.

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

I can only speak for myself but for me imagination and invention cannot generate something more important, more beautiful and more terrifying than the common object, amplified by the attention that we give it. An object alone, in front of me who is alone, exactly in front of me just as I would like to have in front of me someone who really interests me, in a good light to better observe it.

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