Painting is like making love. You cannot ask, 'How do you do it?' But, hopefully, it is beautiful.

Fashion is the pursuit of perfection, Style is the acceptance of one's flaws.

If you want to compete in Italy, the only accepted ways are brute force, or cunning. Like Machiavelli says, "Fronte otra forze." And neither of these two "virtues" is suited to an artist. The artist has to stay intelligent.

I repeatedly refuse to make any practical decisions. I get a feeling of nausea about practicality.

In India and in New York the economy is naked. People are starving physically in India, and emotionally in New York.

I first think of intelligence. You need it for surviving in Italy because Italy is so pompous.

When I look at a drawing of a person, I look at that person as living.