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

When you sit for an hour and a half in front of somebody, he or she shows about twenty faces. And so it's this crazy chase of, Which face? Which one is the one?

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

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

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

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