I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.

Nature is a mere pretext for a decorative composition, plus sentiment. It suggests emotion, and I translate that emotion into art.

I like the rule that corrects emotion.

Art is a wound turned into light.

One has to guard against a formula that is good for everything, that can interpret reality in addition to the other arts, and that rather than creating can only result in a style, or a stylization.

One has to arrive at a specific temperature, at which the objects become malleable.

The function of Art is to disturb. Science reassures.