There's nothing clinically wrong with me, only an emotional imbalance - I pass too quickly from the wildest enthusiasm to the blackest despair.

An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of success, etc.

With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.

The living model, the naked body of a woman, is the privileged seat of feeling, but also of questioning... The model must mark you, awaken in you an emotion which you seek in turn to express.

Cutting straight into color reminds me of the direct carving of the sculptor.

The use of expressive colors is felt to be one of the basic elements of the modern mentality, an historical necessity, beyond choice.

To arrive is to be in prison.