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

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

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.

If an artist has the possibility to contact an infinitely larger public through the pages of a publication, he should try to invest more rather than less and go as far in his effort to communicate his inner image as he can.

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