No art is less spontaneous than mine. What I do is the result of reflection and the study of the great masters.
And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.
An artist must approach his work in the spirit of the criminal about to commit a crime.
He once said that he wished to be famous, but unknown.
Boredom soon overcomes me when I am contemplating nature.
C'est vrai. Voilรก quelqu'un qui sent comme moi. (It is true. There is someone who feels as I do).